Angelo made his last trip to the vet last night.

He has been my cat and best friend for 11 years.  He moved from Buffalo to Cleveland with me, and has spent the last three Christmases travelling back to my parents in Queensbury with me.

It was tough, but it was his time.  He had lost a lot of weight and wasn’t eating anymore (he also had this weird thing with his eye that we noticed Sunday).  Most telling, he didn’t jump in bed with us the last couple nights, forgoing sleeping on top of Sam’s head for sleeping in the closet.

Farewell Angelo.  You were the best cat I could have ever asked for.