We lost sweet MJ, [Midnight, Jr, after his daddy...] yesterday. I'd been watching him for a couple of weeks, as he got skinny, but he was still his normal, loving self... getting along with everyone and pestering me for bits of my dinner... until a day or so ago, when he started throwing up, then not eating... yesterday, he didn't want to drink or be held...
I had been trying to get a signature picture of him with the tip of his very pink tongue showing, but had to settle for capturing only his one white whisker.
He was such a sweetie, even when he had to go to the vet and would purr so loudly, even the vet remarked how sweet he was. But yesterday, he wasn't purring anymore and didn't want to be cuddled, so I knew it was time...
He's at rest in the garden under the plum tree with his daddy and all his littermates...
Rest well, sweet MJ... you've left an empty spot in my heart and on my lap...
