I haven’t spoken again about my sweet cat. He died shortly after being diagnosed with renal failure. It was a peaceful death. He just slowly stopped breathing. No struggle. No pain. I do believe he had given up on living long before I had given up on him. I continued with his subcutaneous fluid administration, giving him his antibiotics in the faint hope that this was somehow curable. He on the other hand just wanted to be left alone. To die.

We buried him under his favourite tree in the front yard.

I don’t think I will ever know a more beautiful cat. He was such a treasure. He never once hurt the children, even when they carelessly stood on his tail or purposely (in the case of one year old)- pulled his whiskers. He was always happy to see us and followed us constantly.

Wudsie you are sorely missed by all of us (except for Adam (our other cat) who actually seems to be enjoying himself now that you have left.)

And so to cheer you all up after that, here is a picture of Wudsie a few days before his death. Wud-you

And for those of you who appreciate a bit of black humour:

Lolwudsie

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