Before I was born, Kiddo was a black/gray tabby cat who was born in Nov. 1994 and was given as a gift to one of my parents from each other when they were in college, he usually the quiet one, he's sometimes active whenever we use one of the cats toys (String, laser pointer, etc.) but most of the times he's just lazy only because he's an old cat, he would purr a lot whenever we are here for him, he was a favorite in the family. And then in like 2014, he wasn't doing too well, he's been getting skinny into bones, thicking hair, and wasn't eating very often, our veterinarian recommended my parents to feed him baby food and it worked for a little while, he even suffered from being attacked by dogs and running away for like a week.
And Yesterday, Kiddo passed away sleeping, I found that out when Dad woke me up telling that Kiddo died, I tried closing his eyes before being wrapped up in a blanket, but it was just as hard as trying to open a gator's mouth, it was strange that none of us cried (and surprisingly neither did Dad (despite him and Kiddo having a strong relationship compared to us).
So when Mom got home, Me, her, Dad, and 2 of my brothers went to our backyard to bury Kiddo (where our other pets Weegee the gecko and Sherlock the kitten) and I had to put a big rock on his graveyard as a substitute tombstone until we get real one, so my brothers and Dad went inside to do something else, and it was both me and Mom having a talk about what were gonna do, Dad came back and we had a group after.
You will be missed Kiddo....