But Friday night I looked at him and I knew. One thing I will say about taking care of so many special needs cats over the past 16 years is that I have gotten much better at knowing when it is time.
at his prime he was 17lbs. In february he hwas 12 pounds. Last week he was 8 pounds.
he was no longer himself. he didn't even enjoy playing with my freshy washed hair which used to be his favorite thing. he was eating more out of habit.
He woudl have been 16 on 9/15. I'm glad I celebrated him bday along with SixToes' on teh third. I had a feeling he wasn't going to make it.
Monday I held him, as I hold them all, and said goodbye. It went very peacefully.
I promise all my cats that while I will do absolutely anything for them, I will not let them suffer. There is a point where I know that the battle is lost and the only thing ahead is suffering. I will not let them enter that realm.
I cried so hard I scared all teh cats in teh house and they ran and hid. Thinking about it makes me cry again. I miss him very very very much, and he was a link to Bendy, who I will always miss.
my huge handsome gentle caring boy,
another piece of my heart gone.
forever in my heart
i am not the same without you.