I always knew it would be bad when he left us because he was such a special loving pussycat, especially since we lost our other 18yr old fur baby 2 years ago.
He ate when we ate, slept on our bed, spent each evening curled up on my lap intermittently sitting up and tapping me with his paw when he wanted a stroke or 10 and talked to us all the time.
DH is just as sad as I am and it feels like my heart is breaking. We know there was no choice and we did the right thing for him but he was so glad to see us at the vet yesterday - tried to get up when he heard our voices but was too week. Still managed to purr when we stroked him bless his heart. Hubby and son are going to bury him in his favourite spot in the garden today I just feel so bereft
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