R.I.P. Pumpkin

This is what he used to look like before fatty liver disease. He was eleven. HE WAS ONLY 11! Oh God, why. He used to talk to me. I could hold a conversation, and sometimes it sounded like he was really talkin to me. It's not fair. He was the best cat. He would sleep next to me and curl up next to me. Sometimes, I 'll look around for him because Iforget he's gone. R.I.P. Pumpkin. I hope your happy, whereever you are.