On Tuesday morning, as Meeko drifted off, he continued licking me until he couldn't physically lick any longer. Valerie and I are so sad. Our house feels so empty now.
--Eric
I feel your pain brother, sorry for your loss. Happy to see you've found some new happiness running around the house, too. Am glad to know you got to enjoy him for as long as I got to enjoy mine. Made the very painful decision on Saturday to put down my 16.8 year old little buddy after another run to the local emergency vet related to problems from congestive heart failure diagnosed in early December. I just couldn't see cycling him thru another difficult stay for days at the vet followed by a return any number of few weeks later... As lovable of a cat he was, he hated vet trips and "the travel prison carrier." He was really weak in the hospital cage and when he heard my voice approaching he somehow willed himself up and limped towards me as if to say "please get me the hell out of here." Owned the little guy for 1/3 of my life and I can't believe how sad I am, thinking it'll be impossible to find another with even half of the fun personality traits Whitey had... Reading some of the posts above gives me a glimmer of hope to maybe find another one day who will form a similar bond, play fetch, sleep on the bed half the time, and do things like drag my laundry all over the stairs if I didn't return home in time to play with him or instantly jump up and plop down on me every time I laid on the couch or propped my feet up on the ottoman. This really, really sucks but I'm really glad this thread is here. I'm sorry to be a downer at the moment... I've often consoled myself after bad break-ups by finally learning in life that there's a really good chance that the next one will be even better, and I pray and hope that holds with pets. Have a good night, all.