I was chatting with Shelbs and I heard 2 of the cats bickering over the warmest spot in the house. I fixed the little rug so there was room for both of them and went back to the desk.
A few minutes later I heard a horrible moaning sound. I went out in the hall and found R's cat Roscoe having seizures. I sat down on the floor and stayed with him while he died.
Then I woke up R. figuring he would want to know. It was bad.
I feel miserable.
He was a good cat.