Jun 25, 2008 02:01
He was my cat.
Not anyone elses.
He loved me more than anything in the world.
He'd chase my hands under the blankets for years, even well into old age.
Even when he went blind, he'd follow me into the bathroom in the morning, meowing at the shower and demanding attention.
It kills me to watch him now, without the strength to stand.
It hurts me more than anything that I tried so hard to save him
That no one listened to me, no one took him to be checked by the vets.
That I, at twenty six, didn't have the money to save a cat that thought the world of me.
They'll take him tomorrow to the vet to be put down.
Even now, at the end, I'm powerless to stop his suffering.
Rest In Peace, Tony
I only wish I could have been a better master at the end.