I read all the leaflets last night. I can't bear the thought of losing him, let alone finishing him off. He's half of me, really.
But he deserves the best. Tossed and turned.
Mr C came into the bedroom, saw I had no snack, wobbled out without saying good night. His golden eyes were dimmed and bleary,
This morning I pulled the M&S Butter Basted Chicken out, at £1 a slice. Mr C was asleep, but I thought I'd try it.
A huge furry lump flew over my head and snatched the slice out of my hand!!!!!!!
My tiny little prince, his spirit is aflame.
He's only eaten a bit. He hung onto one end growling while I chopped it up.
I'll see what Nurse Lee says. The worst thing is that most cats need putting down, they don't die naturally at home in bed with a snack and a cuddle on tap, which is what I want for him.
To be really black, I've already looked into sorting this out. There is a vet service where they come to your home and I reckon if I paid them enough they'd do it in the night. I can be with him.