Approximately 45 minutes ago, my beloved Munchie left us to be at peace. Cancer had finally got the best of him. While he was not in any real pain, I did hear him suffering as he tried to take his last breaths. I was able to hold him and put him at ease when he passed. I knew he would not make it through the night and I begged Poopsie to call him to cross the bridge. He was just a bit over 14.
Mom is really broken up because I called her to come over when he passed. He was Momma's Boy because he really bonded with her. But he did not like living with mom and Sam because he was messing a lot and was very skittish over there. So he came to me again and I took care of him for his last two years.
In 2003, he got out from a window that blew open in a storm. Mother and I were devastated as we thought he was dead. I found him in the garage 4 days later. So we were able to give him 5½ more years of love. As much as it hurts tonight, at least I was able to be with him at the very end rather than not know his fate had I not found him in 2003.
Here are some photos of Munchie. Sleep well, my loving boy...






I will have to find some photos of when he was younger taken around 1995-1996 for posting.