This sweet kitty came to live with us in late July. He was a skinny little thing that Larry rescued while he was at our storage unit that we have for our business. He had been orphaned, and was in desperate need of food and medical attention. To be honest, we didn't even name him for the first few weeks we had him, because we weren't sure he would live. We (Larry) took him to the vet and got some worm medicine and I nursed him back to health. We named him Baby because his "Meow" sounded like a baby crying.
He was spunky! Our routine was he would come to the back door and cry until I would let him in. He would go directly to the tote that I kept his food in, and then climb in as soon as I opened it. He would start munching while I would fix his bowl. He didn't show up yesterday. And Larry found him on his way to work.
And I can't talk about it anymore.
RIP sweet Baby
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