This is my baby. He has been with Steve and me for the full fifteen years of our marriage. We named him Goober because he kept running into doors and table legs and walls and then would give us a look like, “HEY! Who put that there?”
Over the years his name has morphed into a number of nicknames: Boo, Boo Cat, Goober Baby, Doober, Goob Goob, Boo Baby, Big Boy, and the Great White Hype.
The past couple of weeks my rambuncious, opinionated baby has become a very quiet , withdrawn, very sick kitty. He is jaundiced and is not eating or drinking. He has to go back to the vet in the morning for IVs and blood tests. It doesn’t look good.
Another broken heart.