Rumpole

For fifteen years, Rumpole was the greatest cat ever.  He wasn't the smartest of cats, and there's no way anybody who saw him try to jump on the couch would call him graceful, but he was everything you'd want in a cat.  Affectionate, playful, funny, and almost never grumpy.  Essentially, he was my cat.  When I went to visit Momzerduck and Ph.Duck, he'd always come running and be waiting at the door for me.  When I was sick, say from having a tooth removed, he'd come stay with me at Pond Central for a week or two, just to help cheer me up.  He was my buddy, my pal, and a great friend.  Just a week ago, he came back from the vet, with a diagnosis of "okay, but old."  He'd lost a few pounds since his last visit, and had slowed down dramatically.

Over at Fark, someone made a LOLcat out of his picture that perfectly summed him up:
Today, we had to put Rumpole to sleep.  I can't stop crying.

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