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fox ([personal profile] fox) wrote2017-06-14 07:40 pm

being a good neighbor - update

I picked up the baby at the in-laws' this afternoon and asked my father-in-law to come with me in case the cat was still lying where I found him five steps out of the way of a direct line between their house and my house. We thought maybe it would be possible to put him in a shoebox or something for the neighbor rather than just leaving him there to rot. Neither of us felt great about any of our options, but he's a good guy and he did come with me rather than let me contemplate this process myself. But when we got to the bike path, the cat was gone.

The neighbor had got my phone message and Himself's e-mail and come along to the bike path to gather her cat. She said he'd come when she called him last night around 10 and his breathing had been very loud; then he'd gone out again and not come when she called him around midnight. So he must have known it was time and gone away and lain down and died. He was 20 years old this past April, so what more can you hope for, really, right? I'm glad he was an elderly cat and that he doesn't seem to have been hit by a car or poisoned by a plant or whatever other options there were. And I'm glad the neighbor was home and not away or trapped under something heavy or etc.

It's still a sad thing, of course. But I'm so relieved on so many levels that it turned out as it did.
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[personal profile] lexin 2017-06-15 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
At least he was an old cat who had a quiet death. Poor kitty.