Cooking Sunday dinner on a Monday .. tears pouring uncontrollably down my cheeks as I think about the day's events. The doubts are always there, did I/we do the right thing? Was it the right time? .. could we have waited just a little longer, 24 hrs, 2 days a week? Logically, no, we couldn't have left it, his dignity and welfare came before our need for borrowed time ... I couldn't just sit back and watch him take maybe days to die, the last act of undying love is to let them be at peace.At the vets Billy was quite calm, the snotty nosed, flea ridden feral kitten in him was long gone. I'll never ever forget today and how peaceful and unexpectedly relaxed the whole situation was. As the vet did what he had to do, Billy just nuzzled his little head into my chest and purred away until he took his last breath. Through endless tears there was complete trust and seemingly an understanding of the situation. Quickly and quietly and peacefully he was gone.
Billy has come home onto the mountain, he now sleeps with the other Blanik cats and dogs in the front garden where he loved so much to spend his days in the sunshine. Little Billy Bob .. a funny little soul, we will miss you so much, but be sure You Have Been Loved ....
