A boy and his buddy
Sad news to report, Ace went on his final adventure yesterday, dying at the age of 9, which in cat years is more like 63. I had just come home from a skating competition in Pittsburgh, and Will's friend Ben found him on the sidewalk as he was leaving to grab a bite to eat. He was still warm, so I shouted for the family, and we were with him in his final moments. Our thought to take him to the emergency vet was quickly vetoed as we noted the light had gone out of his eyes.
Will found him at the Humane Society after Christmas in 2017. He was rescued from a pet hoarder. He quickly made himself at home by drinking out of the toilet.
He was a great and loving pet, but oh so messy. To hear him sneeze was pretty hilarious, not so much when he would cough up a hairball. He was a mainstay at meetings, perched on the back of my chair. He loved when the front door was open so he could peek out and chatter at birds, rabbits, squirrels, whatever was in the front yard.
He was a jumper, usually on top of the grandfather clock, the bathroom vanity, back of the couch, anywhere he could take a better look.
Will's going to miss playing tag, I'm going to miss my morning cuddles, and Dave is going to miss scratching the brains of the being that liked to curl up on his belly.
Oh he's is going to be missed.
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