The passing of Ranger B.A.T.

I am going to bed on a sad note tonight, Ranger B.A.T. has passed. I last saw him in the kitchen area around mid-afternoon and when I left the house for a bit I first looked for him to put him up in his space. We have had a bit of discussion the last couple of days over him not taking time to go to his litter box and I wanted to make sure he didn't hide a surprise for me to find at some later date. But he was not to be found. Except for the littering he had been acting his normal self so I wasn't expecting anything. Still seemed to be very spry but I notice that Thursday when I cut up a piece of crab meat for him he snubbed it. He did eat some of it but not with the zeal that gave me a life fearing anxiety attack like he did only a few days before. And he was pickish with his yogurt.

I left for the evening and when I returned I started to look for him again. I walked around, called his name but there was no answer (B.A.T. , being a mute, would have came up to me and brushed upon my legs). Finally, I glanced down at a spot on the back porch area that I had passed about a dozen time already and realized that B.A.T. was laying there, unnaturally.

I knew when I saw him that he was gone but I still said to the corpus, "B.A.T.! What's wrong?" When I touched him he was already cool so I knew it had been a while.  

I dug up the zip up "body bag" I got from the Vet when Figaroe passed to hold B.A.T. until the morrow when I can make a coffin and dig a grave.

B.A.T. was a Manx cat, of the type known as a rumpie; he had no tail at all. Rumpies are susceptible to Manx Syndrome and normally don't live pass four years. Rumpies are known to die quite suddenly from Manx Syndrome. It also tends to mess with their digestive process, hence the scrawniness. Not much could have been done if a vet would have diagnoses B.A.T. with Manx Syndrome early on, so it seemed that in my ignorance B.A.T. was able to live 6+ years.  

The below picture as the last one I took of him. It was Thursday night. He had jumped into bed with me and was laying there as content as a pig in sty. I was unaware of what time in the morning he finally got up to do what felines are prone to do when a human isn't there with an eye on them.

Ya'know, I think I am going to miss the scimitars.