9 April 2017
When I first held Milton in Tucson, August 11, 2001, he was a frightened 5-month-old kitten who tried to bury himself into my chest, purring deeply and wildly.
He died today, April 11, 2017, victim of a cruel joke called a rabies shot. It was his last rabies shot that gave him cancer.
I stroked him and murmured to him as he died, thanking him for all the love and comedy he'd given me. I told him how much I loved him, how glad I was that we belonged to each other.
The last thing he did was purr.Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Milton was very susceptible to catnip. I made him pillows and filled them with his drug of choice. This last one I made a couple of weeks ago. He slept on it even after he became too ill to be amused by it.
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