Mister Kitty's gone. Purred in my lap up until the end. All the techs and vets cried.
It wasn't the diabetes. I'm disconcertingly happy about that. We beat that shit, damnit, for well over 8 years. And we were still beating it. Probably kidney failure and/or cancer given the way it presented, but really no point in figuring that out given his age.
Anyway, I knew this was the likeliest outcome.
He'll be missed: elvis-sneer, pre-nap echolocation, dirty old man tendencies, headbutts, horrible litterbox habits, old-man face and quite frankly, the most unflappable, accepting, affectionate cat I've ever known.
Time to cold compress my whole damned head and hole up and have a pity party for a bit.
Mister Kitty's gone. Purred in my lap up until the end.
Oh, I'm sorry, sarameg. But I'm glad he was purring all the way. He got a good life.
a land of catnip and slow mice.
A well-timed mention. Peace and well-lit napping places to you, Mister Kitty.
edit: The onset of winter is a hard time for old critters.
Oh, sarameg. It's so hard. I'm so sorry.
So sorry Sarameg. And What Connie Neil said.
I am so sorry, sarameg. He had a great life with you and may he find everything his little kitty heart desires in his next life.
{{{sarameg}}} I'm so sorry.
Tons of ~ma for Grace today.
I'm glad you were with him, sara, and he was on your lap purring. He was well loved. Be good to yourself today.
I am so sorry, sarameg. I'm glad he went gently, and with you with him.
