I was hoping this day wouldn’t come very soon, yet loss rarely happens at a convenient time. My baby boy, my best friend, and the highlight of every day is gone. So much has been left undone and so many more words could have been said. We made it to the vet, but he died in my arms before giving the euthanasia drugs. A sudden brain bleed, nothing could have been done. I’ve been crying like a waterfall.
This is his expression after trialing multiple foods that can be stored at room temperature (even the one he happily ate previously), refusing all, then getting a thawed chunk of meat once I gave up.
It’s looking like I’ll be leaving for vacation with a cooler to store his frozen lunch. I thought my packing list for the cat was done, but apparently not. I’ll now be pestering friends to buy him food before we arrive. I’ll also be looking up some easier snack alternatives, because we will be on a train for seven hours and I was planning on kibble for that.