Loki, as I wrote previously, was in the habit of taking summer-long "vacations" away from home and yard and living in the next block somewhere. He may have snuck home for food after dark, but I didn't see him this year until just a week before Thanksgiving. He was skinny, going blind, and had no teeth. His fur looked good, though, so he was eating somewhere.
I think he contracted kidney disease over the summer, like several other of my cats had when they got older.
I knew it was just a matter of time before I would be digging another grave. I hoped he would make it until Spring when the ground is soft, but he died this morning just before 4:00 a.m. while I was petting him.
Fuzzy pic of Loki and his brother Tigger when they were kittens.
Loki
1 Oct 1996 - 25 Dec 2009
