Not our yoyo, my YoYo. His original name was Yoda as you can see why. Then it went to a nick of YoYo, then just Yo, as animal names tend to evolve.

Had to take this guy in tonight. He has been showing symptoms of thyroid and/or diabetes and/or cancer for a couple of years. I won't put them through the testing, and prodding, or chemo and slamming pills down or giving shots just to satisfy the need to keep them around a little while longer. Quality of life, not quantity.

He came to my abode 6 years ago or so. Hung around outside for about a year till he started to come close and finally came inside. He was old then, had to have all but his back molars pulled. He had a cyst like thing under his left jaw on his neck I used to have drain every few weeks till a couple of years ago when it kind of receded. You can see the lump in this photo. He was too old to operate on back then.

Tough old bird, he instantly became one of the Alphas though, even with a drippy neck and without teeth, it was attitude.

He has been showing signs for a year or more. Drinking more, always hungry, slowly losing weight, etc, but active and spunky till now. The switch flipped today, I knew it was time. When I ate breakfast and lunch he wasn't at my elbow as usual, and was just laying around in strange places, hard to walk, felt cold.

Later.

Yo.

This never gets any easier.

So sorry, for your loss. It's hard to lose a companion.

Dave

Condolences, Man. From one cat lover to another.

Always a tough call to make, but obviously the right one.
Peace to your old friend.

Aww, Jim. So sorry for your loss.
He looked like one fine feline.
Peace, Yo.

It's tough, Jim--peace to you both.

Yup... The Name Fits.

SHE was known by Many Names
..but HER nick' was "BeeBee"


.
3 Days Before Halloween........

My BF returned from a weed-run with "Baby-Boo" in tow.
She'd been living in someone's hallway for months, until he
asked her if she wanted to come stay with us... she said "YEAH!"
He slipped her under his jacket & the rest, as they say, is History.

Therefore, among HER other names were; Miss Taken,
Miss Appropriated, oh yeah....The (C)attitude! ...Miss Demeanor

He opened the apartment door tossed her in and hid...
You should'a seen the look on my mom's face!

She walked into our lives 3 days before Halloween
.. .. . . .. . .. . .. . ... . . ... .
and stayed with us for 13 years almost to the day.

Thirteen was much too young...
When she developed cancer throughout her body it progressed
as rapidly as rolling a ball off a tabletop...there was no sense in
trying to drag it out by subjecting her to torturous yet hopeless
visits to the vet in order to force her to stay with us a bit longer.

No...
...it never gets easier...
...the only solace is the knowledge that you're the only one who
can help a best friend in their most dire need imaginable, and
to be with them at the end to ease their passing.

Lord knows how I wish such was so for us poor humans

I am sorry you lost a friend, Jim.

Kate

Sorry for your loss, Reboot. Sounds like he was a cool cat.

We lost a cat in July '11 to a mouth tumor. We called him "Wilson," after the soccer ball in Castaway. He bore no relation to the ball - we named him that because I'm a jerk. Best, friendliest cat I've ever seen, at least with people. He was Mrs. Stumpy's buddy. Oh, did she sob when we put him down.

Blessings to you. I don't know if animals go to heaven, but there are some I'd sure like to see there.

I'm sure they do... where else would they go?