Mojo has Crossed the Bridge
We had to help Mojo cross the bridge this morning. He went downhill really fast. Yesterday morning he only ate a third of his usual morning soup. By the evening, he wouldn't eat at all, and I was having to help him into the litterbox and clean him up afterwards. He cried when he tried to move, and I think the mass might have been pressing on internal organs.
He spent the evening lying in my arms while I told him all about the Rainbow Bridge, and how happy and healthy and pain free he would be there. I was almost hoping he would pass in the night in his hammock, surrounded by his friends. But he was always such a fighter, and when I woke up he was still with us. He was in even worse shape, and so I took him to the vet.
It was very fast. He drifted off in about 2 seconds, and it was very peaceful. He just sighed a final time and was gone. I took a lock of his hair, and we're going to have him cremated privately so we can get his ashes back.
Mojo, I miss you so much, and your friends do too. We'll never forget you. You were so strong and brave. Dance on, chunkybutt. You are so loved.



Apparently Cheeba loves snow!
Jebabba had a good time too.
Cheeba sleeps like only a ferret can!
Sophie looking regal


