He’s gotten progressively weaker these past few weeks. He’s eating less and less and it’s harder for him to get around. His eyes are really runny, his nose is snotty.
I’ve given him different types of food, even using the hand blender to puree it. I warm it up and usually in the morning, he’ll lap some up. He’s not at all interested this morning.
He’s skin and bones.
A couple of weeks ago he started sleeping on the towel on the wood in the entry to the house. This past week, I added more towels to the sides, making a divot where he can lay and rest his back against something warm. We also put down one of those heating pads from the cat beds I got a while back, the ones that heat up when there is pressure on them. He’s been sleeping on those all week long. He usually comes in around nine, two days ago he was in there by six-thirty. Last night it was late and this morning, instead of still being there when we got up, he was out on the bank in front. It’s under fifty degrees out there.
I heated up some A/D for him this morning, took it to him where he was laying. He just got up and slowly moved to a different area.
I’ll be surprised if he lasts the week. But I’m thankful he’s here, where we can take care of him in death where he wouldn’t let us in life.
He’ll be cremated and will be buried with the other cremains we have.
I could probably catch him and take him in and have him euthanized, but I don’t feel that would be right. Having him poked and prodded, in a carrier, for a car ride. I’d rather he go the way he chooses. In his sleep, on his bank.
I’m sure going to miss having him around.
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