I knew my boy was fading on Friday last week - he would have been 18 years old in May, so has been pretty doddery in the last few months. Friday he just wasn't himself and Saturday I just knew. I even booked a vets appointment on Sunday afternoon to have him put to sleep; such a horrible decision to make. His quality of life had gone. On Sunday morning, I found him dead in his bed, curled up like he was asleep. My Bud Boy was gone. I've had him longer than my 2 daughters. But I am not as sad as I thought I would be. He lived a full and happy life. He was never ill. He demanded love and attention and, if he didn't get it, in his younger years he would spray on something! He was the best of cats, he lived a good life and passed away in his sleep. I'm sad but I'm happy I was his human.
and he must have had the most wonderful life with you. Massive hugs to you at this ad time
