It's been a rough week at The House of Jones. We lost our Jinx. We adopted him 5 years ago (in October) so that young Roscoe would have a playmate. Immediately, he stole our hearts. Playful, strangely ungraceful, affectionate.
But as he got larger, he became a bit of a brute. Not intentionally-- he just got big and heavy and rough.
Roscoe became a loner, preferring to spend his time outside, sleeping and going walk-about. This summer he took a walk and didn't come back. We were sad, but not totally surprised.
But last week Jinx started acting a bit under the weather, off his feed and sleeping most of the day.
So, a trip to the vet, but the news wasn't good. He was severely dehydrated and anemic--they think he had an auto-immune disease. They had him on IVs, giving him liquids and a few different drugs, but he slipped away in his sleep yesterday morning.
So now we find ourselves catless--for the first time in 27 years!