These notes aren't really for you. They're for us.
He had a good dinner last night, then began to fade. Last night he couldn't move any more, but he was breathing quietly.
This morning, his heart rate is going up and down. When I tried to re-adjust his head, he told me to stop it, that he was doing this himself. He has begun to take the final deep gasps.
19 years, doing whatever he wanted to do, and the last few being Top Cat with all the purr-ogatives. He'll be buried in the back yard with Lina and Treat, lying together just as in this 1989 photo (Hector's the black guy, Treat the calico kitten, Lina the striped). A fruit tree will be planted in the middle of their circle.
We should all go so well.
He just left. I've bathed him and the fancy funeral is later on, as soon as I dig the hole. I'm the daughter and granddaughter of grave-diggers. Explains my shoveling skills....