Today I am reminded of the rainbow bridge that my big black and white cat Tuxedo walked over just yesterday. He was 12 years and 3 months old. Can you believe that he lived outside all those years?? He had been ill for about the last week, not eating and having difficulty breathing. Even though I am still in the "Why?" phase of grieving, neither his doctor or I have any explanation.
He was born in the garage in a cardboard box with another brother and two sisters, none of them looking like one another. As they grew, their own personalities emerged. Tuxedo was sometimes a bully, but sometimes a loving father-figure to younger kittens. He was always a talker and was quite smart.
We will miss him very much. I'm not sure what's harder...loosing him or wondering how is living sister and mother feel.