One year ago today, Monroe passed over the Rainbow Bridge, after a brave battle with heart failure. You missed your eleventh birthday by just a few months.
Even his vet said there will never be another one like him.
Monroe, I can't put into words how much I miss you and your antics, from playing fetch (even when your heart made you feel so tired and I had to slow you down) to eating whatever a cat should not eat, from electric cables to clothes to couch cushions. There was so much more on your menu, and yet, your stomach processed everything without ever having a blockage. You were a very thorough chewer.
This special bond stems from raising you when you were just 4 days old, 4 ounces and ears and eyes still closed.
Monroe, play extra hard today and annoy your sister Willa who went to the bridge one year before you. You will never be out of breath again. And I and the other kitties will meet you there.