There will be no usual scheduled post today. About two hours ago we had one of our cats put to sleep. He had a tumour on his chin; a particularly aggressive type of cancer, and he was getting to the point where he was no longer happy.
It’s always so bloody hard to judge these kind of things, because sometimes he seemed okay and then other times he didn’t, but thankfully the vet agreed that we picked the right time, insofar as there is ever a right time.
He was one of the sweetest cats I have ever had (and I’ve had a few in my life so far), and I’m going to miss him more than I can express. I still remember the day when we went to see him and his littermates, and I fell in love with his little black goatee.
He was fourteen in August. A decent age for a cat, but I’d have liked to get another five years or so out of him. I’m sure his brother is going to miss him as well – he actually sat down on his grave when we finished, like he knew Sivesh was down there.
I’m sure you’ll understand that I’m in no state to write anything coherent about some book right now. Maybe tomorrow, because I have to keep my mind busy somehow, but tonight… I just can’t do it.