Mad Dog is gone

My very weird cat Mad Dog passed away in the night.  When I got up this morning, around 8, he was cold and stiff.  He hadn't been doing well for a while.  Swimmy and I had been discussing putting him to sleep for a number of weeks now.  I told Swim that we had a problem last night when Maddie didn't eat his dinner.

Before we went to sleep, I picked him up and put him in the cat bed at the foot of our bed.  When I awoke, he was in the same position that I had placed him in the night before.  I am glad that I grabbed him and that we were all together throughout the night.

This was a long time coming and I felt prepared.  I didn't want to touch him, but I had to put him in a box.  I took him over to Swimmy's and we are going to bury him after he gets home from work. 

I always said that Mad Dog was the nicest cast I had ever met.  He never bit or scratched me.  He was pure love, even though he was a total pain in the ass.  He used to wrap his tail over Trixie's back even though she didn't know he was there.

I learned a lot from that kitty, I used to say that all he wanted to do was spread his message of universal love and understanding.  Now, I suppose he can do so.  I am so glad that Swimmy wants to bury him in the yard, this way we can all be together even after the move.

Goodnight, Mr Shriekypants, your dancers will miss you and so will I.