Magoo came to us when he was about 4 weeks old. His eyes had barely opened. He and his two sisters were abandoned in front of our local pet store. We really couldn't keep them so we took them inside to see what could be done. The store would not keep them, so we decided to buy some kitten formula and a bottle to feed them. Magoo was the smallest, and needed the most help. He latched on to that bottle for dear life. He woke up in the night to be fed, and soon, he had been weaned onto moist food. It wasn't long after that that he started eating on his own. Magoo seemed to be a fitting name for the goofy, clumsy kitten that he was. Instead of jumping onto the couch, he'd leap for it from a few feet back and never make it. 



Our poor baby died March 9, 2005 of an unknown ailment. A sickness that creeped up on him like a bad dream. He was "under the weather" for about 2 days, then all of the sudden, he couldn't catch his breath. I rushed him to the vet and they were very concerned. They took his temperature THREE times to be sure their thermometer was reading correctly, 95 degrees. His heart beat was week, and his breaths were short and shallow. He died on the examining room table. 



The most heartbreaking thing is that we don't know what caused his death. We didn't have enough money for an autopsy to be performed. We know in our hearts though that he is in Kitty Heaven, milking the warmth of the sun from a billowy cloud. He will forever be missed. 



We love you, Magoo.