Fluffy died today. It's pouring down rain. Nice thunder storm. Ryan's dad was trying to get Fluffy to come inside because it was raining. He wouldn't move. He died in his favorite cat-napping spot. Under the grill, just out of the sun. He was fine earlier. He was keeping all of us company as we sat on the back porch. Then a couple of hours later... he just died. I feel horrible, not just because I loved Fluffy and he was so great, but because he was Ryan's cat and he wasn't even here to see him before he died. I went outside before he was too soaked and I wrapped him in a towel and placed him in the cat carrier so he wouldn't be soaked. Ryan had just brushed him yesterday. Fluffy was sitting on my legs outside just purring his little heart out and doing that little pawing thing that cats do. Now he's gone. And I just feel like I'm going to cry. But I feel it's stupid to cry over an animal. But Fluffy was one of my favorites. Ryan and I were the only ones who could pet his stomach. I'm going to miss him and his little kitty allergies. He would sneeze about 8 times in a row...

Rest in Peace Fluffers.