Today I said bye-bye to my kitty, Tasia. Daddy took him to the vet because he wasn't feeling good or eating anything. He wasn't even purring anymore when he got attention. He was 13 years old. The vet said he wasn't making any red blood cells anymore and there wasn't anything she could do to make him better. So they kept him at the vet and put him to sleep. I'll miss Tasia. He was really soft and he was the first one to teach me how to say "Weow." Mommy and Daddy say he's feeling better now.