Goodbye, sweet Maus

We had to make the difficult decision to have our youngest cat, Maus, put to sleep this morning. He's been sick with fatty liver disease and although we thought he was improving (he was drinking and eating yogurt yesterday, of his own accord), he took a turn for the worse this morning.

We wrapped him up in the blanket I sewed last year, tucked his favorite toy inside, and drove to the emergency vet clinic across the bridge. He hadn't purred for me in the last couple of days, but he was touching me with his paw, giving me the silent meow and purred.

They took him in back to put the catheter in and then I went into the room to hold and cuddle him while the vet put him to sleep. DH couldn't bear to come in and watch him die, he was his little buddy. He would sit on the toilet and watch him shave each morning, and mew at him loudly if DH didn't feed him right away.

So I went in, cuddled him, held him, and petted him until it was done.

I will miss the little guy. I've had him since, literally, the minute he was born and he used to sleep with me when he was so small, I wouldn't get a wink of sleep because I was worried I would roll over and smush him. He used to crawl under the covers and curl up in my armpit, and would dig his way under if I didn't let him.

He will be very, very much missed.