We put Sugar down this afternoon. We used to joke that he would live the longest. While he lived longer than his litter-mate Spicy (who passed away 11 months ago), Toonces is the last cat standing, ‘er waddling. Like his brother, Sugar had grown anemic, and his body was shutting down.
It was ironic to joke about Sugar living the longest. If we ranked the three cats, he was a clear third. Not as bright as Spicy. Not as affectionate as Toonces. Sugar was so fat it was awkward for him to lie on the ground. He could wander into a room and not be able to find his way out. He had a lifelong issue urinating all over the house that was so bad we were forced to put him in the garage when we were not around to supervise him. No – Sugar was fat, vacant, distant, annoying and yes – not that smart.
But he was my fat, dumb, anti-social, peeing cat and I’m sorry to see him go.