I lost my sweet 15 year-old boy, Prints, last night. He was my first pet, and my life won't be the same without him. He charmed his way into the hearts of everyone who had the privilege of knowing him. He was such a big personality packed into a fluffy little body.

I'm sure gonna miss you, buddy.

I don't have a lot of time left with this sweet boy, so I'm trying to make sure that I capture as many memories with him as possible before I have to let him go.

Prints communicates his moods pretty clearly with his posture.

Pic 1: "I want tummy rubs!"
Pic 2: "My needs are met. Time for a nap."

I was double-checking my shopping list before heading out, and Snugglepuss told me that the list could wait because he needed some affection.

My little Prints looks kinda like a tiny border collie.

Spotted this cute little marmot while I was on break the other day, and it brightened my mood a bit.

Prints had his tummy shaved for his ultrasound, so I got him a new sweatshirt that says Furry Boss.

My sweet boy, Prints, has been put on palliative care. I thought he had a UTI, but when it didn't respond to antibiotics, an ultrasound was performed that found cancer tangled around multiple organs. He's almost 15 and hasn't been showing signs of pain. This is a hard day for me.

My 14-year-old boy, Prints, is groomed and ready to drive home 😁