I don’t even know how to describe the pain we both feel. He was such a great cat. We are still trying to cope with reality, to accept the fact that he died only an hour ago under our hands while having a seizure / heart attack (probably caused by a blood clot). It happened so darn fast. We were both there which was good. The feeling of agony because of not being able to sooth and take the pain away from the creature when something like this happens is unbelievable.
A few hours and many tears later. It still seems utterly surreal. We made him a nice resting place in his bed, with his two favorite toys, a mouse and a large, peacock feather. And put him down into the earth by our curly willows. It’s a good place.
We are both struck by grief.