Sometime after 3:30 this morning, Dakota died. This house feels empty and sad with his goneness. Where is he? I just want to hold his furry little body.
There is nothing malicious in his look, only love and want of petting.
A car alarm woke me at 2 am. Something told me to go and be with Dakota, so I did. I scratched his cheeks, I pet his head, I told him it was okay. I told him I was crying because I was really going to miss him. I carried his little weak self wrapped in a towel around the kitchen for a while. He cried. I realized he needed to go to the bathroom. I got a clean towel and wrapped him up again.
More crying. Bathroom again. No problem, got a fresh towel and we were snuggling again.
His eyes were open, he was alert. He knew. I knew. We were together.
Finally, I put him back in his fuzzy bed and covered him with a towel, the heater close to his head. He fell asleep. When I found him a few hours later, he was gone. Still warm.
I told him it was okay, and it is okay. He had his life and I was lucky to be a part of it. I just miss him terribly.
My heart is broken. There are no words. Unconditional love, warm and fuzzy love with four legs....
What a cat.