This evening, Cuddles, otherwise known as Cap'n Catbeard, will finally be able to take that forever nap that his old bones so desperately want.
He is 19 years old, 17 of those years having been spent with me since I got him for my 10th birthday. It is with a great amount of grief that I let him go, but I know he is not getting any better. Until then, I will just hold him and let him eat as much tuna as he wants. It sounds silly, but he really has made an impression on many people who have met him. He has been the come-back kid so many times and is still trying to fight this off, but this time his decline is more sudden and much more swift.
He is, as my brother says, a legend.
I will miss him so very much.