It wasn’t even 2 months ago that our house was filled with grief as we said goodbye to our 16-year-old cat, Puff.
I worried about how this would affect Puff’s cat-brother Ming-Ming, who has been with him his entire life. They had never been apart and I didn’t know what to expect with Ming-Ming grieving.
He spent a few weeks walking around, seeming to look for where Puff could be hiding. Though he watched Puff take his last breath, he didn’t seem to know where he was.
Ming-Ming’s health has been declining for a while. We were sure he would pass before Puff, but to our surprise and happiness, he bounced back and appeared to be on the mend.
Since Puff’s death, I have prepared myself for when it was Ming’s turn. I knew, at best, we would have a year with him, but as I type just a few weeks later 15-year-old Ming is on his last days.
It seemed to creep up quickly as it did with Puff. One day he was fine, the next he refused food and water, withdrew, and has been sleeping a lot. Last night, he was no longer able to walk. We spent the night cuddled in my bed; he purred for me and looked into my eyes.
I hope he’s not in any pain. I don’t think he is. We have an appointment for the veterinarian to come to our house to help ease his transition, but I am not sure if he will make it until then. So today I am doing all I can to help keep him comfortable and showing him as much love (while giving him the space he seems to want) as I can.
I can’t believe we have to say goodbye so soon.
Photo credit: © Devan McGuinness
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