Theodore went to fishy Heaven today. The kitties did not have any part to play in his descendant to Heaven, he was locked away safely for the day. The really bad news, my son was the first to find him, floating, when we got home from work. All I heard was screaming from the garage door as I was grabbing the groceries...."Theodore is dead!". Ugh.
He didn't quite get the burial that Murphy kitty got. He got the ride via the royal throne instead. I remember watching my Mom flush many fish down our toilet. I suppose it's part of my motherhood, to follow in her footsteps and flush a fish.
Theodore, may you rest in peace where ever that may be. And thank the Lord your life was spared by two hungry kitties.