This morning, we had to put Winston, our dear sweet orange tabby, to sleep.
Not long after we adopted him at the age of two, they told us he had an enlarged heart and would probably never make it to five years old. That was eight years ago.
We came very close to losing Winnie a year ago and knew we were on borrowed time, so the last year has truly been a blessing. That doesn’t make it any easier, though; when we woke up this morning we thought it was going to be just another day. But at it turned out, it wasn’t.
This picture was taken about three weeks ago. It was the very last picture we took of him at home. It really captures how sweet and loving a kitty he was. We’ll always remember him like this.
Right now we are simply devastated, but know we’ve been blessed to have him a part of our family for the last eight years. He was, and will forever remain, a member of our family. He was one of our boys.
Goodbye Winnie; we love you.