Dear Bogey (Bogermile, Bogs, Bogey Bog),|
On 4/7/12, I came to Lakeland Animal and adopted you and Ernie. They said you were about 1-1/2 years old. You both blended right into the craziness. You had your bratty ways at times, picking on your brothers and sisters. We had to feed you you separately in the bathroom so you wouldn't steal your brothers and sisters' food. You would always eat so fast. You would meow like crazy at dinner time and hang on the gate to the kitchen. You were so comical and always made us laugh. Sometimes we'd forget you were in the bathroom and you wouldn't meow or do anything to remind us you were in there.
You moved the cat toys all over the place and when we would pet one of your brothers or sisters you would have to push yourself in the way. When we called the name of one of your brothers or sisters, you came running. You didn't want to miss anything and wanted all the attention. You had the softest fur ever. You hated being brushed.
A few nights ago I noticed you really didn't eat well. I thought nothing of it. I just didn't think you liked the chunky food. You then weren't yourself, so I took you to see Dr. Michelle and your bloodwork was through the roof. She thinks it may have been your pancreas or gal bladder. She gave me meds to try and help but it didn't. I woke up in the morning and you were lying in the laundry room. You seemed okay and I went back to bed. When I got up, you were in the same spot and you were gone. You were lying in a puddle of black liquid. Oh Bogey, I'm so sorry. Whatever happened, it happened so fast. You were so young, at about 11 years old and had a lot of life to live. We miss you very much, and we are so very sorry this happened to you. I hope all your brothers/sisters/aunts/uncles greet you at the bridge. Please enjoy your beautiful new home. Run free, bask in the sun, drink from crystal streams, chase chipmunks and birds, but please don't hurt them. We will see you all again some day. We love and miss you!
Mommy, Daddy, and all your furry brother/sisters
9/11/22 - One (1) year 9/9/22 we lost you. So sorry this is late, but I procrastinate doing this because it is so painful. I just did Moby's and he has the same song, you left us on the same date at the same age. I hope you're altogether happy and playing. Please don't be a bully. I hope you all greeted Baxter at the Bridge. Cheyanne is 20-1/2 years old. She and Jesse are lil spitfires, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Jasmine is hanging in there. I hope we have more time with her. We have Sophie now, and she is nuts. Please be happy, enjoy, and watch over us. We love and miss you! You were a special funny boy with a huge personality.
Mommy, Daddy, and all your furry brothers/sisters