Goodbye Greymalkin
I had to let my Greymalkin go this morning. He let me know that it was time.
We spent some time outside in the grass last night and again this morning. He could barely walk but seemed to enjoy it. The end was peaceful and quick. I felt him go when his little heart finally stopped.
We buried him at a friend's farm under a little tree.
Next Tuesday would have been the 17th anniversary of his adoption day. I'll always miss him but know it was for the best.
I'm happy that he won't need any more needles, he'll never again fall down trying to climb up on the bed and I won't have to worry about him anymore. In his last week, he got to eat as much salmon and tuna as he wanted and got to lay in grass.
Goodbye my love and thank you for sharing your life with me.
