
Later around 9:30 Sean came & grabbed me & said that Alex wasn't going to make it through the night. His breathing had become almost non existent. I laid my hand on him & realized he was gone. He then took a few more breaths & looked at Sean & I as if he was saying "good-bye".
We cried & told him to go, I didn't want to see him hurt anymore. I told him it was okay to go & to sleep. We sat with him for a while & cried. I held him in my arms not wanting to let go, I didn't want him to leave us. Not now. This big "fat cat" has been part of Sean & I for the last five years it was hard to see him go. I know that he is so much better off, not in pain anymore & free to run. Sean had him for a while about five years before we met. It's just hard. He was such a lovable cat & all he ever wanted was attention.
No more of him peeking inside the window at night to let him in. No more plopping on my bed laying on my feet. No more hiding in my covers to sleep when I haven't made my bed in the morning. No more snuggling close to me purring up a storm. All the memories that we have had are just that now. Memories.
It's amazing how when you walk in the door everything is so different. Pets have a way of making your day so much brighter when it's been bad. I know that he is at peace finally & he is not in pain from the attack, but that sure doesn't change how I feel or how Sean or Kenion's emotions are. We will surely miss him & I will never forget him. Ever.
I love you my "ally cat". Sleep peacefully now. Sleep.




