R.I.P Spooky

Yep. After 17 years of having spooky, he died saturday night. He was a tough old cat as Danny said.
I don't really know what it's like to live without a cat. I mean, God only knows how old he was. He was somewhere between 18 and 20 we figure.
Spooky was a trooper. He'd probably been in more catfights than any cat. Then I guess I was born and kinda stole the spotlight. But we always loved him. He sure liked to sit on your lap. Any time he saw the chance, he'd lay on you, even your back if necessary :)
I've never experienced a pet dying before. Other than the occasional goldfish of course. But don't worry, he didn't die alone. Me, my dad and my mom were all there as our poor old cat took his last breaths of air. I held him in a blanket as we waited for this to happen. I'm happy we were able to be with him.
This kind of event makes you really hope that there is a heaven where pets go and you can visit them again.
I love you spooky. Rest in peace <3