Today my gentle old cat Sebastian passed on to whatever comes next after this life. He was a foundling, so to speak, and therefore we never knew his exact age. He got to be somewhere around 18 to 25 years old, and was with my family for 16 wonderful years.
I wish I could have been there with him, at the end. But I haven't lived with my parents for many years and there was no time to travel up north to say a last goodbye. That, admittedly, fucking kills me a little. But I visited pretty recently and it would have been so much worse to try and keep him alive through kidney failure just so I could give him one last hug. As things went, he got to just fall asleep, instead of suffering through full organ failure.
Sebastian is the cat in my default icon. He'll get to stay as that. Because however much I'm heartbroken right now, getting to be his human brought me 16 years of glorious joy.
Sorry to all the people I've left waiting for replies. I just need to bawl my eyes out for a little while.
I wish I could have been there with him, at the end. But I haven't lived with my parents for many years and there was no time to travel up north to say a last goodbye. That, admittedly, fucking kills me a little. But I visited pretty recently and it would have been so much worse to try and keep him alive through kidney failure just so I could give him one last hug. As things went, he got to just fall asleep, instead of suffering through full organ failure.
Sebastian is the cat in my default icon. He'll get to stay as that. Because however much I'm heartbroken right now, getting to be his human brought me 16 years of glorious joy.
Sorry to all the people I've left waiting for replies. I just need to bawl my eyes out for a little while.