I think today may be the day. He has labored breathing... I've had him since highschool. He's an outside cat. He has a girlfriend who's aging as well but not like he is.
I've put a towel outside for him to lay on. I've been feeding him wet food. He likes my lounger but he's off that now too. He still purrs and craves attention. I'm just trying to make him as comfortable as possible.
The front 3 seasons porch has a cat door and they can come and go to seek shelter and more food when they so desire.
It's just hard to see them age and have his breathing so labored.
I keep going out to be with him. My girls haven't really experianced anything but goldfish dieing and Grandma's cat being there one day and not the next. I told them she was old and went to heaven.
Today when my oldest came home from school, I told her Fresco probably was going to die today. She said ok somberly and went in to eat the Mcdonald's Grandma had gotten the girls.
I know it's me that rescued him in highschool and it's me that feels his pain and will miss his juvenile delinquent tendancies.
Thanks for listening.
me,
g
*****I put the 2 outside cats in the 3 seasons porch for the night. Us girls gave them a pat and said good night.
I woke up this morning and was bringing them some wet food and I noticed my old guy laying on the side of the litter box...gone. The female cat was not interested in the food as she always is and was instead eager for hugs and to leave the porch.
I woke my girls up and told them that Fresco had died and I was going to make them breakfast and go out and dig a hole. And when they were finished we would bury him together.
We buried him in the chicken yard...since it's mostly dirt and my ferrets and dove are there. I carried him to his final resting place and my 2 year old said "Fresco's happy!", which made me smile because I am reminded "out of the mouths of babes. I said he WAS happy and he was somewhere where there wasn't any more pain and everyone is happy up in Heaven.
I then looked at my 7 year old who started to tear up. I stood up and hugged her and we had a little cry together. I told her I was sorry and he was a nice little cat that we've had for a long time and we'd miss him but we'd see him again in Heaven. All the while the 2 year old is running around the chicken yard saying "happy! happy! happy!" ******
I've put a towel outside for him to lay on. I've been feeding him wet food. He likes my lounger but he's off that now too. He still purrs and craves attention. I'm just trying to make him as comfortable as possible.
The front 3 seasons porch has a cat door and they can come and go to seek shelter and more food when they so desire.
It's just hard to see them age and have his breathing so labored.
I keep going out to be with him. My girls haven't really experianced anything but goldfish dieing and Grandma's cat being there one day and not the next. I told them she was old and went to heaven.
Today when my oldest came home from school, I told her Fresco probably was going to die today. She said ok somberly and went in to eat the Mcdonald's Grandma had gotten the girls.
I know it's me that rescued him in highschool and it's me that feels his pain and will miss his juvenile delinquent tendancies.
Thanks for listening.
me,
g
*****I put the 2 outside cats in the 3 seasons porch for the night. Us girls gave them a pat and said good night.
I woke up this morning and was bringing them some wet food and I noticed my old guy laying on the side of the litter box...gone. The female cat was not interested in the food as she always is and was instead eager for hugs and to leave the porch.
I woke my girls up and told them that Fresco had died and I was going to make them breakfast and go out and dig a hole. And when they were finished we would bury him together.
We buried him in the chicken yard...since it's mostly dirt and my ferrets and dove are there. I carried him to his final resting place and my 2 year old said "Fresco's happy!", which made me smile because I am reminded "out of the mouths of babes. I said he WAS happy and he was somewhere where there wasn't any more pain and everyone is happy up in Heaven.
I then looked at my 7 year old who started to tear up. I stood up and hugged her and we had a little cry together. I told her I was sorry and he was a nice little cat that we've had for a long time and we'd miss him but we'd see him again in Heaven. All the while the 2 year old is running around the chicken yard saying "happy! happy! happy!" ******
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