mi brudder iz gone but he will alwayz be in mi hart. he wuz da gentlest uv all mi brudderz an evreeone luved him. mi dad rote da followin on hiz facebook paje an i asked if i cood yooz it … he sed “yes” so heer it iz fer u to reed:
“At 2:37 today…on one of the absolutely, unequivocally saddest days in U.S. history (and I’m referring to the elementary school massacre in CT.),Mickey Mantle (Mick-The-Cat)…our gentle, 16 year old pussy cat, was shut down for good.
He couldn’t walk; he stopped eating…and he just let us know that he was done. The cat that woke me up every morning at 2:30 to let him outside…and who would climb on top the roof at 5:00am and yap until I would let him in our second story bathroom window…and with whom I shared EVERY meal I ever ate at our kitchen table…is gone.
It’s hard to believe that he was running all over the neighborhood every night only two months ago…and then deteriorated so quickly. Hyper-thyroid, kidney and congenital heart disease finally wore him down.
Mick was the sweetest of all the cats we’ve ever had. I never saw him get angry; I never saw him hit anybody…human or cat. Had he been a human, he would’ve been a gentle man like my Dad, Murray, or my Father-in-law, Irving.
I just can’t believe he’s gone. I buried him next to his best friend, Whitey (Ford) at the end of our yard on a hill overlooking Manhattan.”
hav fun at da bridge, brudder.
we will meet again sumday.