Losing a friend

We lost a really good friend last night. Henry was hit by a car. His pelvis was too broken to repair; he had lost all feeling in his legs and the doctor wasn't sure he would ever be able to walk again even with surgery. So we made the hard decision to let him go. The 4 of us crowded in the little room to scratch his neck and tell him how much we love him. He was drowsy on pain meds but he seemed comfortable and responded to each one of our kisses.

I keep going over last night, thinking about what I could have done differently. I realize there's nothing that can be changed. I'm so very grateful to the cyclist who happened to be riding by at that moment and saw it happen. Without him, it might have been hours before we realized that something was wrong. Instead he wasn't in pain for long and for that, I'm thankful.

This morning feels hard, empty. I feel like he should be rubbing up against my leg or asking to be let outside. He was a wonderful cat, patient with the boys, and always wanting to be cuddled. We miss him terribly.

Goodbye Henry.

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