Jake
We lost Jake last night to the pressures of age and failing kidneys. I had taken him to the Vet last week because I was concerned that I should be doing more for him and to seek the Vet’s advice on whether or when I should plan on putting him down. He said that the final decision had to be made by me, but that Jake wasn’t in discomfort. He was still eating, drinking and trying to use the cat box and, until the end, still had enough strength to hop up on my lap each morning for a little mutual head butting.
I had a good cry and then buried up on the hill above the house. He had a good, long life — he would have been 19 in June — and he will be badly missed.
The day looks like it’s going to be nice, so I’m loading up the bicycle and heading into Portland for the day. I need to get out of here for a while.
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