15/02/2025
I've been sick for several months now. Food is delicious but it hurts my stomach. The vets never did figure out what was wrong. Some stupid ear cream that I hated did nothing.
The humans were upset about me throwing up and pooping in odd places. They've been very calm and nice to me over the last day. I got Friskies, wet food, treats, and chicken tenders. The end must be near. They were like this when Oreo was about to go.
Before I do, I want to thank those who loved me.
Thank you to Juan, the only one who always chose me over Oreo and Isis.
Thank you to Pedro, the uncle I never knew I had but who came to visit a few times.
Thank you to Bowser. You're a good boy. When you figure out your size and strength you'll be a good man of the house.
Thank you to Peach. You were annoying but you were so loving. It was nice to yell at Clint when he was disciplining you and to make him back down.
Thank you to Clint. He was a jerk, but he always bothered to make sure I was taken care of when the others couldn't.
Thank you to Isis. We didn't always get along but you were a great hiding buddy and a good friend.
Thank you to Martha. You were my favorite human. Thank you for the countless hours of hanging out together and the hundreds of nights we spent snuggled in bed.
Thank you most of all to Liza. You rescued me when I had nothing and gave me a life better than I ever could have imagined. I owe you everything and I hope you have an amazing life.
Don't cry for me, humans. I'm off to play with Oreo, my friendly rival, and Minnie, the girlfriend I never got to spend any time with because she never moved in.
