Every morning, for the past twelve years,
we have been greeted outside the barn by this fellow.
TomTom, our orange Tom cat faithfully served as barn manager...
over-seeing chores and making sure that meals were served on time.
TomTom didn't have the easiest life.
An upper respiratory condition and nasal polyps (for which he had surgery)
were an ongoing issue for him...
for which there was no cure.
You always knew when TomTom was around...
his noisy mouth-breathing preceding him.
Still, he managed to get along pretty well,
claiming a bed on the workbench under a heat lamp
right next to the food as his territory.
For the last several weeks, Tommy started losing weight,
and his breathing became labored.
Yesterday morning he refused to eat
(so uncharacteristic for him).
Yesterday afternoon we found him lying on his side in the hayloft of the barn,
and each breath was a struggle.
We texted Dr. Becky and within minutes she was there to
help ease his distress.
His passing was peaceful, with us stroking him
as he drifted away.
Our hearts are heavy...
we will miss this kitty who was a part of our every day.
But, we are thankful that he is not suffering
and that he left us peacefully.
This is the hard part about...