I will miss you, my little comrade. You lived a long and happy life 🌈

My year did not start with a white streak. We had to make a choice, albeit not an easy one, about putting Philip to sleep. We saw that he was suffering, but we couldn’t do anything because of his age and illness, which manifested itself so aggressively. For a cat, 17 years is a very long life span, and it was lived only in love, tenderness and satiety.
Soft clouds to you, my love. ❤