Superdad found him in a bodega in Queens when Donut was just a week or two old. Not sure if it was late '97 or early '98. We were not allowed to have pets in our Brooklyn apartment, but he lived with us there until we moved to Memphis, where he became and indoor/outdoor cat and got a little brother, Bullitt, who will likely miss him most of all. The kids loved him, but Donut really loved the Lady of the House most of all.
He was diagnosed with a tumor in his belly a few months ago. The vet said he wouldn't last long and that he would let us know when it was time. On Monday afternoon, he let us know. We had just returned from vacation. We're lucky we got back in time to see him again.
He was a good cat. He never met a lap he did not like. We love him and will miss him.
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oh no guys, I'm so sorry! Rest in peace, Donut.
Aw. Sorry about Donut.
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