I have recently heard news that my cat, Koda, has died. He died at the age of 18 and lived a happy life. He's always been there for me. Since the very second I was born. For some reason, he started having trouble digesting his food and kept on throwing up and pooping everywhere. We took him to the vet, and the next thing you know... we were saying our last farewells. The vet had to put him down. It was a painless shot that put him into permanent slumber. I miss him a lot. That's all I have to say.
