I've had jim jim the cat for 15 years. he was a part of my life so integrated, i can't even imagine it, without him, now.
anyone who knows me knows I'm a cat man, borderline crazy cat man. jim really was the best cat. a lap cat till no end, a massive talker that would have full conversations with you, for minutes on end. i loved that cat like i can't even describe. i felt like we were connected in a special way, entwined. its hard to describe
but a few months ago he entered stage IV renal failure and i knew it was only a few months left. my gf and I promised each other we wouldn't let it drag on, wouldn't let him suffer or be in pain. we promised that if either of us felt it was time, we would tell the other truthfully and bluntly, in case the other was holding on too long. my father died a few months ago, from cancer, and he suffered greatly and I could do nothing but watch until he passed in significant pain and filth. I promised i wouldst let that happen again
last night was the night. he stopped eating, couldn't walk, move, or purr. he took the final turn after two happy months post diagnosis, and it was time. I could see it in his eyes, his mannerisms. he was done. in my lap, wrapped up, and second before the doctor injected him, i told him it was the for one last good nap, and he purred.
he passed, painless, wrapped up in an electric blanket, on my lap, being pet by my GF. it was absolutely the best end possible, for anyone.
i haven't been painting much but I've been working on small haiku and 4 line poetry, and ive been writing a ton about him and my father.
after we buried him in the grove behind my house, under his favorite tree, I wrote this for him
I carried my father's body down the stairs to the van 4 months ago, and I buried my best friend last night. hug your loved ones tight guys...
I went through the same exact thing. Sorry for your loss
