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Went to the vet at midnight to put McGregor to sleep :(
Harry went a couple years ago, then emmett in september, and now i have no cats. :(
I remember the first day he came to us, I was on the front porch and he just ran up at let me pet him. I was scared of his little deformed ears, but he has been such a sweet cat, even though he used to piss on everything. He also would sleep in the dryer on the warm clothes, and in the middle of the night he would come and situate himself between my legs (a lot less sexual than it sounds).
Last night, he was down to six pounds and was heaving, struggling to breathe. I petted his sunken in cheeks and touched his little nubby ears one last time, and then he was gone. He just lay there with his paws stretched out and his head resting in the pile of towels, like he looked when I used to wrap him in blankets and carry him around the house to keep me company. I'm going to miss the way he'd run out to the street to escort me from the car to the front porch, and how he'd sleep with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. I'll always remember the time he brought a limbless chipmunk into the house, and the first time I saw him climb a tree, and the muddy footprints he'd leave on the kitchen floor.
Sigh.
Harry went a couple years ago, then emmett in september, and now i have no cats. :(
I remember the first day he came to us, I was on the front porch and he just ran up at let me pet him. I was scared of his little deformed ears, but he has been such a sweet cat, even though he used to piss on everything. He also would sleep in the dryer on the warm clothes, and in the middle of the night he would come and situate himself between my legs (a lot less sexual than it sounds).
Last night, he was down to six pounds and was heaving, struggling to breathe. I petted his sunken in cheeks and touched his little nubby ears one last time, and then he was gone. He just lay there with his paws stretched out and his head resting in the pile of towels, like he looked when I used to wrap him in blankets and carry him around the house to keep me company. I'm going to miss the way he'd run out to the street to escort me from the car to the front porch, and how he'd sleep with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. I'll always remember the time he brought a limbless chipmunk into the house, and the first time I saw him climb a tree, and the muddy footprints he'd leave on the kitchen floor.
Sigh.