It's really comforting to hear these stories, though I imagine the memories still ache, I appreciate hearing each and every one of them, and I am so sorry for your losses. I never thought that I'd lose any of my pets to things so serious as heart failure or cancer, yet here I am.. I wish I had known but by the time we realized anything was wrong, it was much too late. Maybe it always had been.
Today I woke up so certain that he was ready- but truthfully, he hasn't given me the 'sign' yet. As weak as he seems to be, he's being a fighter, and hasn't yet told me he's ready. I think he looks like he's suffering more than he actually is. This morning and last night he was hunting something in the yard, and he apparently ate quite a bit of food, but I think his teeth are bothering him or he can't muster the energy to chew because all he does is lick it up.. And he was cuddling with his brother Knuckles in one of the beds outside. He was still managing a purr, and he and Knuckles were taking turns grooming each other. He looked completely happy and content... So I return to the mindset in which I try not to wonder how many days he has left. I still do worry that it will be soon. Whether that is tomorrow, or the next, I can't help but hope that he makes it through the weekend. I feel like I shouldn't be upset yet but it's the knowing that hurts. I'm thankful that he's still here with me but I know that it's only a matter of time and that's a hard thing to accept.
Wait for me at the Bridge, my darlings... Bimmer, Mag, Ninetales, Espio, Foxy, Toby, BK, Leo, Church, Tuffy, and Tomasina- each teaching me a valuable lesson, and each giving me immeasurable amounts of love. You will
never be forgotten. We bring these creatures into our lives despite knowing that we will someday have to say goodbye. We do this because we know that the grief is a small price to pay for the lifetime of love we receive from them.