And Bugsy

[alessiana]

Bugsy died in my arms this morning.  He’d spent the night with me, moving from lying beside me, to lying behind me, to lying on the end table which I’d cleared for him since he’d become enamored of the window air conditioner.  He’d purred.  He’d drank water which was just for him.  He’d suffered.  When he’d wanted to leave the room I had let him. 

Comments

[mrstater]

I'm so sorry for your loss. *hugs*

[alessiana]

Thank you. This is very hard for me, and I've had to take the rest of the week off. There is no way I can be seen in the office, or probably anywhere. I have another thing to deal with. Gunshot is true. I am mommy. Losing Bugsy pushed me over the edge into mourning. I is like it happened yesterday, instead of a year ago.

Thank you again for your words. You didn't have to stop by and comment. But you did. Thank you.

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