Our cat Rocky passed away yesterday. Rocky was the last of the three pets Scott and I had growing up that was still living. Rocky was a stray cat that we somehow convinced Mom and Dad to keep. We called him Rocky because he had a slice in his ear, so we said he was retiring from fighting like Rocky Balboa. We got him around 5th or 6th grade, so Rocky was at least 15 years old if not older. He has been slowing fading the last couple months, so we knew the end was coming.
Rocky was a very strange cat, he would beg from the table, eat dog food, come when you called him and would kick his leg if you scratched him in the right spot. I always thought he was part dog. Oh and he was 22 pounds, so he was a VERY big cat.
I am glad he died peacefully and did not suffer. We will miss you Rocky.
I don't have any pics of him on my work computer, but I will post one once I get one. He looked like this...(only fatter, more matted and without the mixmatching eyes. although one of his eyes was way blacker than the other one because of allergies or something like that)
Goodbye Rocky. We love you.