As the title says. His name was Muschi and he was about 10-11 years old, only about middle aged for a cat. He looked like he was an starfish but he was far from it, being a really sweet cat. He was a stray so we took him in when my grandparents moved because he was basically already in the family. Past year or so, he's been having some kidney issues which we just recently found out were caused by an enlarged heart. He got really, REALLY skinny, and just wouldn't eat a whole lot. A couple days ago he started having seizures so we took him to the vet for a couple days, until he passed earlier this evening. He befriended some other neighborhood cats who now live under my dad's car. I'm sad to think that they've also lost a pal. The only regrets I have for Muschi is that since he looked like an starfish, people never gave him much of a chance. He spent a lot of time sitting in piles of clothes in my dad's closet. I just wish we gave him more of the attention he deserved, although it wasn't much in our power. I've been preparing for this day for awhile now, just it still makes me a little sad.
Here's one of the last known picture of him, right before his seizures started.
Rest in peace, buddy.
