Just learned from my brother that he is going to have to put down Speak on Monday because he has incurable cancer and has not eaten for weeks. He was going to do it tomorrow morning, but is waiting until Monday so his ex-girlfriend who was living with him for years when they got Speak and Whisper wanted to be there.
I’m really sad, and immediately went and furminated fat boy and gave him a tuna dinner, because he is just a year younger than Speak. And my brother is also an atheist, so please, no “at least he is in a better place” or “kitty heaven” nonsense. He’s not in a better place. A couple weeks ago he was sniffing around, doing cat things, eating, romping with his sister, sleeping on a comfortable bed. On Monday, he’s going to be buried in the back yard.
Not to mention, cats don’t believe in heaven, because they think they are God. From my experiences, they may be right, because how else can a cat 1/10th of my weight so effectively boss me around?