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At Seventeen. (Almost.)

He went in seconds.

Their Wisteria Room has a futon in it. They brought him in to us, catheterized, in a blue-for-boys blanket with baseballs on it and let us hold him. He was having none of it; he hopped up on the back of the futon into what was always his "usual spot" on the sofa in our living room. They said no cat had ever done that before. That's our boy; unique as ever.

We called Emily, who talked to him over the phone.  He purred throughout (the tech said that is almost always present, even in the hardest cases- it's more a sign of self-comfort rather than of happiness).  Then we said yes, and he said goodbye.

His last moment in the house was on the bed.  Dude always knew how to find the sunny places:

Adios, amigo. Enjoy the squirrels.

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greenquotebook From: greenquotebook Date: April 16th, 2016 09:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
oxymoron67 From: oxymoron67 Date: April 17th, 2016 01:48 am (UTC) (Link)
I am so sorry.
weebleswobble From: weebleswobble Date: April 17th, 2016 03:20 am (UTC) (Link)
*hugs* i'm so sorry.
warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: April 17th, 2016 06:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry. *Hugs* RIP.
shadowhuntress From: shadowhuntress Date: April 17th, 2016 11:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm so sorry for your loss. :-(
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