Bart has passed away. He was 6 in April.
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We loved that boy.
He was a fierce force to recon with (if you were his prey).
His prey was often a flexible straw, a non flex straw, anything plastic that moved.
Outside in our neighborhood he found live prey and brought us (almost) daily gifts. On some levels we found this upsetting and disturbing. When he was brought to the vets last night we were told this was an ultimate sign of love from him for our family.
We also found out he died of either a stroke or heart attack.
A neighbor knocked on our door sometime after 4pm. (I had just returned from the gym) and said she had some sad news. I knew right away it was Bart. I didn't want to comprehend he'd actually died. His head was laying across the mulch and his body along the neighbors sidewalk (he could have been asleep). The vet thinks he simply felt ill, rested, then died.
In our house there are caches of stored straws he's collected. It sounds goofy, but that will be the saddest thing to let go of today.
He mew'd like a breathy Marilyn Monroe and wanted to be touched and petted constantly. He hung out with us people-types in the house, he was one of us.
We love you Bart, thank you for choosing us to be your family little guy.