At the end of his days

I am sad this morning as I come to the realization that our 14 year old cat "Cotton" is at the end of his days.He has had a tumor on his side for a month or so and this morning he has a blown pupil and is drinking water constantly. Billy and I used to volunteer at the League for Animal Protection when we were first married 10 years ago. We had been volunteering for awhile and Billy, (not a cat person at all!) made friends with the biggest and sweetest cat in the shelter named "Cotton". We already had a kitten (our other cat Madison) at home but Cotton had such a funny personality that we decided to adopt him. He was already 3 years old when we adopted him and had been adopted and returned 4 different times. The last home he had the little boy became allergic so they locked him in a closet for several weeks before deciding to return him to the shelter. Needless to say we were his 5th and final home. He has always loved to drink out of the bathtub faucet. He has been known to ring the doorbell and one night he figured out how to turn the light on in our bedroom with his teeth. He has been quite a character in our home and our girls love him. He also loves to greet our company. He especially loves my friend Amy, he likes to eat her hair! I know this is a long blog about a cat but he has been with Billy and I since we were married and he was our first "adopted child". I don't know how much longer he will hang on but when he's gone we will dearly miss his loud meow as we get out of the car.