So Long Mr. T.

Yesterday was a very somber day in the house. I drove Tyler to the vet first the in the morning because her cat, Mr. T, had totally lost control of his back end the previous evening. While it seemed there was still hope because his head was fine, she made the decision to put him down. He was 19 years old.

It’s hard to know what to say in a situation like that, so the ride home was pretty quiet. It was still raining pretty hard. Once we got home we just hunkered down in front of the T.V. in the living room.

We will miss his precious little face and his demands for better food. So long Mr. T….