August Second.....
Late July, 2014. Tyler had been in failing health all week, by Friday, August 1st, he was barely able to move or clean himself. I fed him some homemade chicken broth, cleaned his feet, brushed him, and helped him curl up on his favorite spot on the edge of the couch. Jackson had not left his side all week, escorting him as he managed to get to the litter box, and even attempting to clean his head.
My poor boy was exhausted, disheveled, and the light was fading from his eyes.
"It's OK Tyler, I will be OK. Jackson will be OK. You don't have to worry."
Tyler looked at me. He purred a soft, tired purr.
I kissed his head.
"I love you, old man. You're the best cat ever. Thank you for being the best friend I have ever known. You saved my life more times than I can count. Go to Tiger. He's waiting for you."
He lifted his head, looked at me, and gave me a head-butt.
That night Tyler crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
He was buried in his favorite red cat bed in my backyard one year ago today, August second, 2014.
RIP Tyler 1999-2014. The best cat ever.
My poor boy was exhausted, disheveled, and the light was fading from his eyes.
"It's OK Tyler, I will be OK. Jackson will be OK. You don't have to worry."
Tyler looked at me. He purred a soft, tired purr.
I kissed his head.
"I love you, old man. You're the best cat ever. Thank you for being the best friend I have ever known. You saved my life more times than I can count. Go to Tiger. He's waiting for you."
He lifted his head, looked at me, and gave me a head-butt.
That night Tyler crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
He was buried in his favorite red cat bed in my backyard one year ago today, August second, 2014.
RIP Tyler 1999-2014. The best cat ever.
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