This is a picture of Gruf from this past summer.
Sadly, I had to have him put down.
Mom found us a vet and drove us there. I don’t know if I would have gotten through this without her.
Rest in peace, baby.
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It’s Tough Getting Old
Gruf didn’t want to eat any dog food today, so I made him some brown rice. Not sure how much got in him. Most of it is all over the floor. Gruf is the one on the left, with Spunky on the right. And don’t forget Buddy in the background. I don’t have many pics of all three of them.
Almost
via Almost
Space Age Technology
I got Gruf a doggie bed. It’s “self warming”. His body heat warms it, and the reflective space blanket fabric keeps the bed, and him, warm. And it’s machine washable. Total bonus.
Before I was even done writing this post, this happened. Buddy is kneading like crazy.
Black
via Black
I’ve heard people say that black cats are bad luck, that they are even evil. Not so. Gruf was cold, so I threw a blanket over him. Then Buddy snuggled up to him. As soon as Gruf was warmed up and happy again, Buddy went back to his favorite box for his nap. That’s one sweet black cat.
Gratitude
So, I guess this is how one drinks out of the water dish when one is 15 years old. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful he’s still alive and kicking.
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Recreate
Poor Gruf. He’s 15 years old now. We just went out back for a potty break. It’s two steps down from the house to the patio. He has to be very careful going down those two steps. He found the perfect spot and did his business. Then two careful steps back up into the house. I took this pic after he came in the house and just laid down to rest. I sure wish I could recreate his youth, when he bounced around with tons of energy and steps didn’t mean falls.
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