Cleo was euthanized about an hour ago. We had been caring for her at home for the last couple weeks, but she was not ambulatory, nor could she see. This evening, around 4:30, she started peeing out blood, and didn't stop. We'll all miss her, including The Pope who is slinking around looking for Cleo. Thanks to all for the kind wishes, we've appreciated them.
Cleo - April 15th (ish), 2001 - August 15th, 2006.
Cats love to jump
Cleo smells flowers
Relaxing in the sun
Cleo hasn't been this small in a while, so I'm guessing this photo was taken in 2001.
bath time for Kookie-kats
In a world filled with grief, bitterness, and pain, pets might seem inconsequential. Trust me, they aren't. Everyone composes their personal universe with what is tangible and near, and the love for (and from) an animal is just as real as any abstracted war orphan or cancer victim one reads about, or knows. I'm probably babbling, and can hardly see my computer screen through my tears anyway, so I'll shut up now for a while.
Cleo relaxes on the beam. Beam and green wall now gone, unfortunately. Also, if you try to use Ralph Lauren textured paint, don't try using a roller, or you will get very funky results (view image large and you'll see the roller lines).
Cleo with her adopted, beloved, and now lost flat mouse.
Relaxing away from the hustle and bustle of modern (cat) life.
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