RIP Hobbes

Hobbes was my orange cat. He was the best cat anyone could ask for. And I didn't even have to ask for him. He just showed up at our doorstep two Christmases ago, looking friendly. We offered him fresh turkey and he didn't refuse. The next thing I knew, he was living with us.

He never complained. He only meowed. The last time I saw him was 2 days ago. He had just come back from the vet and was sleeping in his little bed. Usually when I came in to visit him, he was very affectionate. He would say "hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi," in cat until I made it over to him and give him some love. But this time, he didn't even respond to me. I figured he was just tired and pissed off from all the needles and prodding.

Yesterday, I found out that he had been taken back to the vet and that he was having trouble with his pancreas. I thought it would be a minor infection and he would be home within a few days.

Today, I learned that the vet found a tumor in Hobbes' pancreas. There is no cure for cat pancreas cancer. My dad gave the okay to put Hobbes down.

I found out about this half an hour ago. I just paid a visit to his former bed and food dish and water dish. An hour ago, I thought he would be back soon.

I'm going to miss you Hobbes. I love you.

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