05 Jul Darcy
Darcy, my sweet, fluffy, wobbly kitty. When I adopted him at two months old, I knew he was a special-needs kitten, but neither the shelter, nor the vet, nor I ever guessed that he had FIP and that it would be fatal. I had Darcy in my life for one year, until just after his first birthday. I will forever be grateful to have had that time with him. He was such a beautiful soul, always wanting to snuggle, and was so friendly with everyone he met. I am so thankful for every moment I spent with him. Rest In Peace, my darling boy.