Our sweet little munchkin cat Shorty died this morning. It was something that I expected anytime, but she had been doing pretty well up until late last night. She had an abdominal mass and she lived with it for almost a year, so I guess she did pretty well to have made it comfortably that long. She was about 3-4 when I got her 10 years ago, making her about 13-14.
Her best buddy Elmo went a few months ago, so I guess she is with him now.
Here is a picture of my girl and her cat, "Bob". She calls him "Robert" when she gets mad at him for pestering her. No matter where she is in the house, Bob is somewhere near.