One of our cats passed away last night. He went downhill very fast, it was just yesterday morning that he appeared ill. Unfortunately it being Sunday our vets office was not open. He spent the day on the couch, not moving much other than to try and be comfortable. I sat with him most of the day, until about 1am, he was comatose at that point, so I covered him with a blanket and went to bed. This morning he had passed over. His name was Pippin, he was at least 6 or 7 years old, my wife believes that he had feline leukemia. I believe that she is probably correct.
He used to sleep between us at night where ever he could find space among the dogs and other cats.
I buried him this morning next to the small statue of St. Francis that we have in our front yard. I will see him at the Rainbow Bridge along with a large group of others that shared our lives.