My beloved little black and white cat, Bandit passed away this evening. He had just turned 14 years old on April 13. He is survived by his siblings, Missy, Rusty and Racer. I am really missing him right now. He was very loving and sought out our attention after dinner each evening, wanting to be petted, stroked, and loved on. He would run from me to Doug, wanting his ears to be scratched or his little butt rubbed. Never hurt anyone, very laid back, and always ready for a treat. Or for a drink from my bowl when I finished my cereal, he loved milk. He was also a little nut who didn’t want to do what we wanted him to do, like stop scratching the furniture or get down.
We believe that he must have had a heart attack or seizure. He let out a few unearthly screams, convulsed a little and that was the end of it. I am going to miss my little love bug. He always wanted to be as close as he could to me or Doug, and would follow me from room to room just to be close to us. He had never been ill before, except for a flea allergy a long time ago, and then he was fine.
Lift a bowl of milk with me as a tribute to my baby boy, Bandit. We miss you and love you, Bandit!
Here are a few of my favorite pictures.







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