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Well, Blue is dead. He stopped letting me feed him and could barely open his mouth, so we had him put to sleep yesterday.
It was absolutely the right thing to do. In the next few days he would have suffered unbearably, and I couldn't do that to him. So I let him go. It was the right thing to do.
Of course, that doesn't stop me from feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.
It really hurt this morning when I opened my eyes and didn't see him curled up next to my head, or sleeping on my heater vent, biting my mouse cord. They'd been longtime enemies, you see.
Fuck, man. I really tried.