In Feb of 2001 there was an orange and white kitty left on our doorstep.We were captivated by this orange boy and named him Trump. We put him to sleep this afternoon with the diagnosis of cancer hanging over his head. I had taken him in a few months ago due to heavy drooling and inability to eat. He was diagnosed with a massive infection in his mouth and stomatitis. The meds given were working for him- but his throat began to bother him, so I took him and they found a mass. It was cancerous.
I will miss him. He was my ray of sunshine in a sometimes unsettled day. For some reason, he went off to two homes and he was returned as not fitting in. I guess he wanted to just be with us and nowhere else.
Goodbye Trump, thank you for the years of smiles and giggles and kitty hugs. There will never be another like you- and I apologize for your name. I didn’t realize so many years ago that your name might not sit right with people in the future. God bless you, God Speed, tell my son hello and I will see you again. Enjoy his life in photos
He looked like a little softie. And in bridge, so I understand, a trump is a very good thing to do or have, and usually saves the day. So this little Trump trumped any politician, and he was loved. Godspeed, Trump.
God Speed Trump, sound the horns, wave the banners the very handsome man cat is now guarding the bridge. And so it seems Mary Anne that he has indeed found his forever home and he will be well loved and cared for there. You did good, be blessed.
I’m so sorry. Trump looks like he was a real sweetheart.