my cat is dead
My cat Anton died in my arms a little bit after 5 pm today.
Anton had bone cancer, it turns out, and it had spread into his lungs. This is why his leg snapped in two, this is why his leg never healed over all of these months.
From the moment he was brought to me in the examination room today, he never stopped purring. He was heavily drugged, and very happy to see me. He purred insanely loudly for a cat with lung cancer. I spent about 45 minutes with him, before the deed was done, before the doctor injected the poison, and Anton became still in my embrace.
The doctor didn’t want to do it; he stalled and then he stalled some more. Everybody at that veterinary clinic loved Anton a lot. They always called me “Mr. Anton” when I came to visit. Everybody loved this cat.
My good friend Paloma drove me to the clinic, and drove me home, and stayed with me the whole time, and made it all a bit easier for me to deal with.
My throat hurts, my head hurts, my eyes hurt, my soul hurts.
I will miss you, buddy.
