While I was beginning to accept the eventual passing of my Poopsie, I was not ready for a call I received yesterday. A very close friend of mine called me crying because she needed me to help her bury her beloved Stanley. :bawling: This floored me because 1, she (Yes, Stanley is female) was 5 years old at the most and two, she was in great health as far as we know. Stanley was running, playing, and jumping as of Tuesday. Yesterday my friend Valerie said she remembers petting Stanley before going to work. When she came home, she did not see Stanley. No big deal as she likes to curl up in a closet or the like. Later that evening, she found Stanley dead in the litter box... :cry: It was so sudden. She tried to dig a grave last night, but the ground was too hard for her. So today, I found a spot where the ground was relatively soft and prepared Stanley's final resting place. :( I have dug too many graves for cats over the last couple years. It is a skill I wish I did not have. But here is Stanley resting where she should not be! :lol:



I am going to miss seeing her come running to me, asking for attention, and begging for cat treats. Val still has another cat, Stella and she is about 8 years old. Stella is mourning the loss of her companion. And Stella has been a great help in comforting Val. Stella just seems so lost without Stanley.

Oh no! That's very sad. Take good care of your friend. :comfort: :hug: RIP sweet Stanley.

That's so sad. :(

Aww, rest in peace sweet girl! :(

That reminds me of a friend's cat... her name is Malcolm.

:bawling: :bawling: How very tragic...

Sending giant hugs to you and Valerie, RIP beautiful Stanley

rest in peace Stanley