E and I were literally watching him starve to death before our eyes.
It was heartbreaking.
So, we decided it was time. Such a hard decision. How does anyone do it? Thinking "this is his last night" and "this will be the last time he's home" are such hard emotional thoughts as you scoop up your little black and white companion and drive him to the vet for the very last time.
Putting him down was humane. He was old. Very old for kitty standards so he led a nice long happy life. But choosing "today is the day" is terrible. Heart wrenching.
And seeing him take his last breath, purr his last purr (because he purred until the very end) and holding him while his body became still and his heart stopped, it's not easy. It is so not easy.
Rumpy, you will be missed. So so very much.
He was SUCH a love.
And this may be one of the last photos I took of Rumpus. It was about three weeks ago. I love it. I love the light on Rumpy's whiskers and I love that James somehow looks much younger. Such a good memory.