Unfortunately, while I was away last week, it fell upon my husband to take Yoda to the vet for his final visit. I'm so sorry I was unable to be with him on his last journey, but he took a sudden turn for the worse, and Martin and I agreed it would be heartless to make him wait until I got home. So, he's gone, and the house is a little emptier now. I miss him very much... no more bed time snuggling, and waking up to find him purring in my ear, and receiving that blast of kitty morning-mouth in my face as he greeted me. He was so loving and seemed so appreciative of our attention. I'm grateful we were able to rescue him when we did, and make his senior years a little easier than the early ones. Thanks for everything, Old Man...
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