The great and wonderful Elvis has passed away. He had really gone downhill in the last few days, so I took him into the vet. While I hoped the doc would give me some way to make Elvis more comfortable, I knew there was a good chance he would say the humane thing was to put Elvis to sleep, which he did. The poor kitty's heart was failing--his gums were gray and he couldn't really walk-- and the vet said he was really uncomfortable. So it seemed like the right decision. But I have to say losing Elvis and Hosmer the same year is a blow. A tough year for the grand old men.
Elvis's early years are lost to the mists of time. I adopted him a little over 8 years ago, when he was around 5. He, Audrey, and I went on several adventures, including trips to Pasadena, Vail, upstate New York, and the Motel 6 in Las Vegas. He loved to eat, sleep, and be pet--those were really his three main activities, with occasional bouts of batting me in the head in the middle of the night.




