|Purred: Fri Jul 19, '13 6:02pm PST |
|Delyte went to the Bridge around 6:30 pm. Although he seemed terribly weak and unable to walk today, as soon as we got to the vet's he was rejuvenated and spent the waiting time pacing around the room, refusing my offers of cuddles and lap time. I was afraid the vet would refuse to do the procedure, but they are well aware of the sneaky ways of the sick cat.
He did not give me any loving looks at the end, either. And his body continued to fight for several minutes after his heart had stopped.
I know it was for the best but it was so horrible and I will miss him so much. He was the only cat who was really mine--the others mostly treat me like staff in a hotel. And there is no one available for comfort since I got home. Apparently they could tell something was up and two of them are in remote hiding.
Thanks for all of the purrs and support ...
For the last time, from the black cat on the moon.
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