I lost my cat, Pagan, last night. She was nineteen, all of 5 lbs, and was a beautiful, midnight black Burmese.
She had been having bowel problems, on top of the ailments and sufferings elderly cats endure: arthritis, fading vision, bouts of confusion. Two days ago, she began to howl, pacing the house endlessly, unable to rest. The vets said any surgical procedures would be cruel at this stage, and only offered euthanasia. Pagan would not be made to endure anything more. She didn't deserve it.
She died in my arms last night at 2:30 a.m at the Emergency Animal Clinic. She's gone, my beautiful girl is gone.
For nearly twenty years, she's been by my side. My constant companion. My longest friend.
I love you, girl. Rest now, my love.
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