It's amost 3am and, my 15 year old cat, part feral, is dying in my arms. I woke to find she had messed the bed. I cleaned up her and the sheets (she barely moved) and wrapped her in towels. She doesn't seem to be in pain, just breathingly shallowly and staring into space. I plan to spend the night holding her and talking gently to her until she passes.
Kind words of pet widom and any faith apppreciated as I help her pass. It has been/will be a long night.
"Even death is not to be feared by one who lived wisely - Buddha
Kind words of pet widom and any faith apppreciated as I help her pass. It has been/will be a long night.
"Even death is not to be feared by one who lived wisely - Buddha







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