So yeah, I had him since I was 6 and he was only a kitten. We got him from a place where stray cats go to and he was very sick at the time. He wouldn't eat his medicine so he was going to die but because I visited him after school everyday the people there forced him medicine. Now he's a fat fart who pees everywhere and needs special food, but he's still just as sweet. Though my parents decided to drag him off to
an expensive asylum for cats a place for old cats who pee everywhere. He's not dead or anything, but I'm still very sad. It just happened really fast and I didn't get to say goodbye to him because I was crawled up in bed crying while he was dragged off.
Sorry to bother you guys, but I wanted to share this (I have no idea why though). Hell I'm probably going to delete this tomorrow anyway.