I don't know why I'm posting. Maybe because the last 2 or 3, sleepless, nights I've spent reading the threads in The Litter Tray, looking for comfort. My lovely, sweet, wonderful boy was diagnosed with cancer, anemia and renal failure 10 days ago. Just 10 days.
Yesterday I could see that he was just too tired to carry on. His breathing was painful to watch and he hadn't eaten for 2 or 3 days. Then this morning he drank some water and promptly threw it back up.
I knew he was ready. So we've had the vet round this morning.
It was so peaceful. It was, and this sounds so wrong, but it was lovely. It was everything my dear sweet boy deserved. It was at home, it was calm and he was in my arms.
He was nearly 14 and he was the loveliest cat in the world. And I loved him and I will miss him terribly.
That's it, really. Just wanted people to know, for some reason.