My fourteen year old cat, Galron died two weeks ago. It was very hard to write about it then. He'd been sick, true, but he died in front of our eyes. My daughter kept watch as he lay dying, laying as comfortably as possible on an old pillow. He couldn't move and nothing could be done. Being a Sunday, the vet's are closed except for the emergency clinic and that wasn't close by. As it was, in less than 30 minutes he was dead. He's buried in a special spot in the back yard. We put him in a box, wrapped in a favorite ratty blanket of his.
I don't really want another cat. Too hard to loose pets. I still have a semi-aquatic turtle, fish, a dog and my favorite of them all, my amazon parrot, Opus. He's 23 years old!
Photo of the dog, "boo boo" (Mr. Magoo is his formal name, but we never use it.)
