Early this morning, before the sun woke up, daddy put our kitty brother Simba Blue in a carrier and took him to the vet. Simba had just turned 18, but has been in kidney failure for well over one year. He was on prescription medication but that was not a cure, instead, it allowed him to live a little longer. Momma had been after daddy to let her take Simba back to the vet, but daddy insisted it wasn't time yet, even after Simba had jumped up on daddy's bed and pooped right in the center, then proceeded to clean himself off, like nothing had happened - LOL. As time went on, Simba hardly ate anything, but spent an enormous energy gulping down water. Poor Simba walked slowly and slept most of the time. He wouldn't even run anymore when Jade and I tried to chase him. Momma and daddy would tell us to leave Simba alone, but we just couldn't help ourselves, and would always invite him to play with us anyways.
As daddy and Simba were heading down our driveway this morning, momma got up and dumped the kitty sand box out, mumbling something about finally being free from cat box duty. After more than 30 years, with 7 different kitties, that chore was FINISHED! Momma did tell daddy that he could get another kitty if he wanted to, but that HE, would have to do everything associated with the care, and upkeep of it. Daddy promptly declined. Jade and I aren't to sure about how this will work out because we always blamed Simba for any potty accidents that happened in the house. I'm leaning towards saying Simba is back in ghost form, but not sure how that will go over.
We are going to miss Simba, but he did have a very good life.
