This is my kitty Thomas when he was about 4 weeks old. My mom called me yesterday and told me that they had to put him down. My mom was crying and that in itself might have been harder to hear, my mom never cries. I was raised with the mentality that when you take on the responsibility of a pet, they become part of your family. We’ve lost a few animals over the years, but it still doesn’t hurt any less when they die. 

I brought Thomas home to my parents house when he was about six weeks old. i knew I was taking him when he was about 3 weeks. A girl brought him into the dorm and said he was abandoned by his mom, and I told her I would take him. I remember when I was driving home with him, my friend would put him into her hat, and he would sleep there throughout the trip. He would wake up occasionally to attack your hand, but he would settle back down pretty quickly. 

He never liked strangers. He once attacked the Jehovah Witnesses that came to our house. Anytime anyone would come over, he would sit on the top of the stairs, and try to swat their heads as they walked by. Strangers didn’t like him, But I always felt safe around him haha. 

He was a sweet cat, with a ton of personality. I’m going to miss him so much.