He was hunting in the garage late this morning, like the true ‘little soldier’ he was, when he either fell from a height of about eight feet onto a concrete floor and broke his spine or had a blood clot suddenly block all feeling in his back legs, resulting in the fall.
Ira left for the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. Surely Ptolemy and Kezia the Beautiful met him there, along with Ira’s mother.
Please give your companion cat an extra hug today, ‘just because.’
June 1, 2004 – July 18, 2019.
They’ll have laundry baskets at the Bridge too.
Maybe even Gracus’ chariot.
An unforgettable life. RIP Ira.