It is with great sorrow that I announce the passing of Spooky, age 13, due to cancer. She was diagnosed with cancer 5 months ago, and the vet suggested that she had perhaps a month left to live. Always a cat of firm opinion, Spooky decided that it was not yet her time, and hung on as long as she could through sheer will power. This is a picture of her just a few weeks before her passing.
When I took her to the vet for her final trip, it was a glorious sunny day. There was a minor emergency at the clinic that forced us to wait, so she and I spent some time outside. She found the sunshine and new smells quite fascinating, and quite enjoyed the time. I was a blubbering mess. A couple hours later after I had returned home, the skies darkened and there was a tremendous lightning display with lots of thunder. My wife and I agreed that it was Spooky kicking ass in Heaven.
We got Spooky in 1998, and her age was estimated to be 1 year.
