Monday, 30 January 2012
Friday, 20 January 2012
In 2005 we went to the Tapada and there was this small yellow thing outside. My mother stopped the car and went to the back to get some cat food, because, if we left him by the side of the road, he would likely get hit by a passing driver.
I opened the door, reached under it and moved my fingers. When my mother came with the food, he was already on my lap.
She would call him her little doggie, because he was so friendly to everyone he met, purring all the time and asking to be petted.
I took this picture on the day before yesterday, when I went to visit him. It was the last time that I kissed his fluffy head.
The vet called. At a quarter past noon to-day, Leonardo left us forever.
I cannot write more. I am crying, and I have to go get him.
I just hope that, somewhere, he is back purring on my mother's lap.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
My cat's kidneys are failing. They tell me that cats are very resistant to these things, but they also tell me that, because of this, it is usually too late by the time one finds that something is wrong. Unfortunately, it would appear that indeed it is too late. I must provide him with a special diet, and with plenty of fluids, and wait to see how it goes...
They do say that his demeanour does not mirror his condition in any way - he is playful and friendly as ever - but this probably also contributed to my not noticing until recently that he was not well.