I thought he’d make it to Monday, but he didn’t. He wasn’t alone and he wasn’t in pain, at least.
My folks were looking after him and I visited with him Saturday afternoon, petted him, cuddled with him on the couch and played silly games (“Got your paw” and “Got your tail”). He seemed drugged, almost, but still managed to respond, looking up at me and getting his chin scritched.
Sunday at a little before 10 AM the phone rang; he was sinking fast. I couldn’t ge there in time. By 10:15 he was dead.
Having seen it coming may have helped. Having had 18 or so years with this cat surely helped. He lived a very long and full life.
And on the plus side, his page managed to get more hits — for a while anyway — than anything else here, even my posts about that show on Nickelodeon.
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