2 months ago, we had a little scare. He wasn't eating, and was getting skinny, and my parents brought him to the vet, thinking it might be his time. The vet found that he was okay, he just had a tooth infection, so he got on antibiotics, pain killer, and soft cat food. I visited home a week after that, and spent so much time with him, took pictures and video, and hugged him a whole, whole lot.
This morning, my mom called me and told me that when my parents came home last night, a dog or coyote must have gotten into the garage, because the dog's food and milkbones were spilled all over (but my dog's food bowl was full). They looked around and couldn't find Toby anywhere, and when my dad went in the back yard, he found Toby, lifeless. Toby wasn't "hurt" or anything, so they think the dog that broke in must have just given chase to Toby, and his body just could not take it. I sort of feel like I'm a zombie right now. I know he was 18, extrememly old for a cat. He had arthritis, and didn't see super well, but I guess I wanted his death to be a little more natural than that. My mom just retired, and was looking forward to at least having the summer with Toby. I'm just so sad that he was the sweetest cat, very friendly to everyone, and he had to die scared and alone. I guess I'm just looking for some empathy. I know he was a pet, but he was my very best buddy, and I love him with all my heart. Love you, Toby.

Love to all pet-lovers out there,
Audrey

But know that being a good kitty "mom" was the best that Toby could ask for 
