I am back from SHOT show. I had a rough week, but I think Helene had a rougher one. Fiddler was sick and fading when I left. We brought him to the vet about 6 weeks ago when we noticed he was losing weight. Turned out that his kidney’s were failing. He we great all the way up to the end. He died the night I was coming home. Helene said he just went into the vestibule and laid down. She put down some of our old clothes, Izzy (the stuffed dog he loved to nurse on), and a bunch of towels. When she checked on him in the morning, he was gone.
When I got home, instead of unpacking I went out to the workshop and made him a little casket and dug his little grave in the backyard. Bella made a drawing to put in his casket. We buried him the next morning before taking Bella to school.
I shot that photo the morning I left for SHOT. It was the last time I saw him. We had Fiddler for 12 years… since my senior year at BU. We’ll miss him.












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I am sorry to read about Fiddler and the loss to your family. We also have had our cat for about 13 years and he has made an indelible mark in our lives, much more than I could have imagined when we brought a 7 week old kitten home from the pound.
Bryan
http://prometheus.med.utah.edu/~bwjones/
Came across your website while googling my Father’s name: Rev. Edwin Fitz. Cried while reading about
Almar Fitzgerald. My father is now in heaven(just passed away) with him I am sure….along with my father’s brother who was killed in action while serving in WWII. they are all an inspiration to me. God Bless Almar’s Family. May we all meet again….
I am also A cat/animal lover.God Bless Fiddler!