R.I.P. Puss.

My roommate's beloved cat, Puss, passed away on January 27th :'( He was about 17 years old.
He was doing fine when I left, but suddenly got a tumor in his mouth. His teeth were falling out, he couldn't eat, and the Vet said he was definitely in pain, so my roommate decided it was time for him to rest :( (I get so teary thinking of it...) I couldn't say goodbye, but I would rather not have him suffer.

To be honest, I'm more of a dog person.
But this cat was different. He was special.
He was the cutest, most adorable cat ever.
He had flaws, like major shedding, puking, peeing, pooing, and smelling... haha.

But all of them were forgivable cuz when he looked up at you with his marble eyes, he would do what "Puss in Boots" did in Shrek when looking up at the soldiers.
He had the cutest face ever.

He will definitely be missed :(

He's in a can now, but I know he's still with us.
When I hear scratching in the hallway, I still think it's him.
When I come home, the first thing I think is "let me feed you something...",
When I'm walking through the hallway when there's no lights, I still walk carefully to avoid kicking him or step on his tail(he would wait outside our doors).

He's in my brain. Just the way amputees still feel their arm/leg even after they've been amputated. It's a trick of the brain, I know, but I still feel puss. He's lodged in my cerebral somewhere.... and I plan on keeping him there :)



Rest In Peace Puss. I hope you're not in pain anymore... We all love you!