Yesterday, Archie began showing signs of his body shutting down.
We all agreed that he could not go another day.
So at 3:30pm, February 12th, 2015, we said goodbye.
Archie was a good and loving indoor cat. He was very patient with my little sister carrying him around like a stuffed animal, though he'd whinily voice his complaints. He had a sweet, high-pitched meow that would get higher when he was begging for food. He'd pick on Autumn sometimes and chase her around the house, but he'd always come back to clean her ears, if she let him. He could get scared by the littlest things, which made for some laughs, as he'd jump at the sound of some