BB is my cat. I don't know how old he is, but I reckon he's about 18. He showed up years ago (and if I could remember what year it was, it might help with figuring out his age). I had found two other cats, or they found me, and each evening when I would feed the two, BB would show up. He would wait patiently under a bush, just across the driveway always watching and I would leave food out for him. He got brave and started coming up to eat.
This is a recent photo. He's been coming in to the house for about a year or so. Never used to, didn't like my dog Molly. But BB always ventures nears once he feels safe.
Today he wasn't around. That's not like him. He wasn't inside when I got up, didn't show up for breakfast and wasn't around for dinner. He's in the house a lot because it's cold outside so I noticed his absence right away.
I couldn't help but recall reading about Chris Ann Cleland's Worst Thanksgiving Ever post from last year. I hope this isn't going to be mine this year.
11/30/13 Update: BB had been gone for five days now. I believe he was old, and isolated himself to die. He never appeared sick, but one never knows with aging pets if they are ill or not. I will miss BB with all my heart. He was a good cat, and was the pet that lived with me the longest.
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