Buckeley Animal Wright, 2008(ish)-2018
It turns out the cancer came back with a vengeance, and after five days of feeling sickly followed by one day of feeling good, Buckeley fell into a swift and terminal decline (he could only sleep in someone’s arms, his balance completely vanished, and by the time we took him to the vet for his trip to kitty valhalla he was having trouble breathing) and we had no option left except a swift and merciful death.
9 years of him, which was a lot but nowhere near enough. Fuck cancer, and not in a good way, and fuck mortality in general. I’m not a believer, but nevertheless I hope that there is a kitty vahalla and we can cuddle him again after our warranties expire.
Comments
Graydon
Sat Mar 31 15:08:20 2018
I’m so sorry for your loss.