R.I.P. Finnegan (October 27, 2012)
This happend all too fast for us. We got the diagnosis of lymphoma only two weeks ago. With medication he was better for about a week, but began to deteriorate again within the last week. During that first week we were getting him to eat again, not much but he was eating. During this last week I could only get him to eat about every other day.
Finny came to us in September 2001 when he was approximately 6 months old. That day I got an emotional phone call from Kris about a male farm kitten (the owner didn't want a 2nd male cat on the farm) that was going to be put down if he wasn't adopted out. Kris sent me a picture via email of this cute kitten sitting on her office chair. How could I say no.
I don't know why I don't remember this, but Kris remembers our first trip to the vet on September 11, 2001 (listening closely to the news on historic date).
Finny was a wonderful cat. Never demanding, always patient, and never agressive. I only remember him hissing once, and I believe that was because of Domino (but I'm sure Domino deserved it).
If I ever got out a brush to comb him, he always ran to me and rolled over. He loved getting brushed.
He was a little big for a "lap cat", but loved laying across your lap. I'll miss him at my side.
Yesterday was a horribly emotional day for both of us. Finny was too young and we wish he could have been with us for many more years.