Last weekend, we went camping on our first trip without my sweet Sylvester. Normally, we camp with Sled the rescue Siberian Husky, Mitsy the Ragdoll cat and Sylvester the handsome kitty man, whom we got from the SPCA 16 years ago.
2 weeks ago, we had to put Sylvester down. He had an inoperable tumor on his stomach and he stopped eating. He lots 50% of of his body weight and the vet said that it was time.
Every camping trip we took, all 3 animals were with us. It was so weird not to have him there, pawing me in the face for attention and sleeping all snuggled up close to me. There was such a void without my furry kitty man. I had a hard time sleeping without him there.
I honestly think he liked going camping. He definitely wasn't a fan of riding in the car to various locations. But once we got there and he was settled in the camper, he just seemed happy. I think he knew how happy and relaxed I was when we camped, so he was happy too.
I am lost without him.