My beautiful boy died a few hours ago. He had heart failure and it all happened so fast.
I have never been in this house without him and it feels so quiet.
He almost always slept in my bed, right next to me on the pillow. And now it's just me. How do I go to sleep without him there?
We snuggled at lunchtime and he had a nap on my lap while I carefully balanced the laptop so not to disturb him. How can he be gone just a few hours later?
I took the bins out before going to bed and automatically shut the door behind me because he wasn't allowed out the front door but he wasn't there trying to get out.
I worked from home today. I wouldn't normally on a Monday. But maybe I sensed something this morning. The vet said he would have only survived a few months at best with treatment and he would have hated being given drugs or taken for regular check ups. Maybe that's why he hid it so well. I really didn't think when I took him in this afternoon that it could be it.
I hope he knew he was loved.