As I've shared with you here on my blog, it has certainly been a summer of cats. One of the first to show up was this ancient tom cat my daughter called Humperdink and the name seemed to fit. He was a friendly cat who adored a good ear scratch and purr. The only trouble was that old age had not been kind to him and he had allergies and intestinal gas that could clear the neighborhood. He didn't want much more than a bowl of water, a snack, and a warm place in the sun to sleep the day away. He would often show up with a runny nose and leaves stuck to it. He would disappear for a week or so and show up - sometimes looking/feeling better and other times being an aging cat.
A month or so ago, he showed up in really bad condition. His age had caught up with him, big time, and we made arrangements to have him taken to a shelter. We didn't want to do it but he was suffering. He still managed to purr when we gave him attention but didn't bother with eating or drinking. The appointed Saturday came and we waited for the old fellow to show up and take him on a last ride. No Humperdink! After lunch, still no orange cat. By evening, we were pretty sure the friendly, orange cat had gone to his reward. We never saw him again but I was glad I had taken so many pictures of him and that we had given him some food, attention, and happiness.
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