Letting go is the hardest part of having a best friend.

One of the last good photos I got of him still healthy.

He loved to sleep in the most random places.

And sit in the most random places.

He firmly believed that if he can't see us, we can't see him.

No laundry pile is safe.

He was the cuddliest baby when he wasn't being a demon.

Like so cuddly.

And majestic.

Just a real cuddle buddy.

He liked to be a spiral.

Go ahead rub the belly, it's definitely not a trap or anything!

Stelth.

I'm gonna miss you so fucking much dude.

What am I supposed to do without you?

I don't even care that it's a trap.

Sometimes he'd even lay on my back. It was adorable.

He demanded sink drinkies even when he had several fresh bowls to choose from.

This is how he'd spend most of his senior days, gazing out into the back yard watching the birds and squirrels.

Fuck this hurts so bad.

Rare photo of him getting along with his brother, who we also lost years ago in their outdoor enclosure.

Trying to trap bro. Unfortunately, Commander Fluffkins was remarkably smart for an ornj.

Showing us how he got his name. I'm gonna miss you Chairman Meow.

Prison for baby?!?!

Living up to his name.

Goblin mode activated.

Another rare photo. They never really became friends, but when the SHTF you would always find him hiding behind his big bro.

Yeah he was kind of an asshole sometimes.

Can't see me ?

Aw yiss, scratchies. He was a fiend for the hand. You could just extend a hand and he would pet himself for a good 10 minutes all on his own.

If I fits...

We often had to check under the chairs too before sitting down...

Snoozin on the giant kiddie pillow.

And inside the kiddo's tent (she likes to camp out in her room sometimes)

Cutest little asshole you ever saw.

... I sits.

Fuck why did I post this one? This is how he spent his last moments. I love you buddy. Rest now.