Today we lost Smudge, our little tuxedo cat we inherited from my parents. While she was clearly slowing down, we were still surprised when she abruptly started falling apart Wednesday. The vet confirmed her third bout of cancer, and she wouldn’t survive surgery. Following is the obituary written by Deb, who had been principle caretaker of Smudge.
Today we lost our sweet little black and white kitty, Smudge. She was approaching 17 years old.
When she came to us, she was a scared, silent 14 year old who hid all day long. Within six months, she was a charming, loving lap cat and constant companion. Eventually she developed into the boss of the household, with Hue & I filling the role of loyal servants. She survived two cancer surgeries, but today has finally succumbed to cancer and old age. She was an utter delight, and despite regularly bombing the rugs and peeing in my shoes, we loved her and will miss her terribly.
RIP, Smudge. August 26, 2016.
