Pringles is dying - end of an era

 This is probably the last straight shot of Pringles that I have
taken some 4 years ago.

Pringles has lived his life.
He's going home soon - any day now.

I looked back, since when we have multiple rescued cats, it's hard to ascertain their real age....well, looks like he's 12/13 years.

Of the many qualities that pets can have, Pringles has none....he's not friendly, he's not able to catch bugs, he sleeps where he isn't supposed to thereby leaving a mess of fur on the bed.....he can't fight for his territory, having allowed a stray ginger into the house one terrible day - and he stayed cowered in a corner.

But what he is a a walking potato....so it does matter what we name our pets....my son decided to name him Pringles and he ballooned over the years, like a potato.

We took him to the Vet last night....frankly, we knew that either way, he was going....but it's still worth a shot.  He was walking albeit slowly....

This started as a UTI and I guess, because of his age, became fatal.  He was still hydrated, but very uncomfortable.  Last night, I thought its best to at least keep him comfortable....so we lugged him to the Vet.

Today, we may lug him back but maybe not.  Question is, do we let him die at home or in a cold unfamiliar place.
Pringles, is not brave...was never a brave cat.
Home might be the best option for him.

This was him last night - he has lost a bit of weight....over the year....old age...that's the thing about strays, we never know.....they come with all kinds of pre-disposed situations....and mostly, we adopt them to keep them off the streets, and give him some resemblance of a decent cat life.

I will miss him....not for his warmth, but for his silliness.


UPDATE : 1313 hours
Pringles passed peacefully.