Biskit crossed over the Rainbow Bridge sometime while I was at work last night. While his passing was quite sudden, it wasn't really a total surprise either. He had been dealing with some kind of issue since late last year that the vet tried unsuccessfully several times to diagnose through blood tests. Though he carried on and otherwise seemed fine... until yesterday, when he was strangely not as vocal as usual about being wanting to be fed, and picked at his food more than he ate it. Though I assured myself I was reading too much into it, I had a bad gut feeling I would find what I found this morning....
Today marked exactly nine and a half years since I brought Biskit (nee Xerxes) home from the vet's stash of feline rescues, five days after Spilly crossed. He was believed to be a full year old at the time, so Biskit was just ten. While it was a fuller life than Spilly got to live, I have that horrible feeling like last time that one of my beloved pets got cheated again...
And of course, Ody finds himself alone for a second time...
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