I’m still up, it’s past midnight and I have not slept yet since 5 AM. Puddy, my fussy funny little feline companion for the guts of 21 years is asleep with a belly fully of food and crushed paracetamol. I gather it’s not good for cats to give them human tablets, but I don’t care and it gave her a measure of peace this evening she hasn’t had in days. She slept solidly until it was time to go to bed proper.
Tomorrow I’m bringing her to Diamond Mark’s for the final time. She’s gone rapidly downhill the last few days and it is my duty as her owner to make sure she does not suffer. Even carrying her to bed tonight I could not help notice how small she felt, how loose her skin. My little bumblebee is wasting away.
The last cleaning of her treacherous ears didn’t give her a lot of peace, and DM and I knew the end game was not far away. Yet for some reason it doesn’t make it any better knowing that.
Tomorrow I will feed her whatever she wishes. I will bring her to Diamond Mark’s clinic and I will hold her close as she passes away. It’s never easy to say good-bye, especially when I’ve had a precious little thing like her for almost all of my adult life. Everyone liked her, she liked everyone. She’s one of the sweetest, kindest, gentlest creatures on the planet, and tomorrow she will be dead and free from pain.
So long Puddy, I love you.