Ari had stopped eating altogether (his salivary glands had swollen massively, and I suspect kept him from swallowing anything but liquid) and barely moved at all the past few days, so we reluctantly decided it was time. May he, Rosie and his mother romp together forever in the Elysian Catnip Fields...and thanks to all who expressed kind thoughts and sympathy in his last days.
At least he is now finally free of pain...and just like that, we are now a totally cat-free household (for now, anyway). Below is a shot of Ari in his prime (and at his top weight, 22 lbs.[!!]) a few years back in Atlanta, when he and I were bunkmates while Songbird and the girls were living in Kenya.
For those who don't do Facebook, here's a link to my newest filk, which I can't believe nobody else has thought of yet...
Should We Stay Or Should We Go? (The Brexit Song)
(I'm gonna assume most of you reading have heard the original song by The Clash. If by some chance you haven't [in which case you're either too young to remember it or just amazingly culturally deprived], Google/YouTube is your friend.)