It's hard to say goodbye to a friend. Harder when you've comforted each other in times of pain, made hurricane evacuations and cross-country moves, laughed and played and lived together for more than twenty years.
Harry could still get around on his own but we could tell he was in pain. We knew when we took him to the vet today he might not come home with us. When the vet said Harry's failing kidneys precluded pain meds, we thought it was time to let him go.
He had a good morning, laptime and petting and birdwatching between snoozes. We held him and scratched his head and he purred.Harry in the early days.------------------>
Harry had a good life, longer and better than I could have imagined the day he showed up at my back door in Miami, skinny and ravenous. For more than 20 years, he gave and received love.
We're both sad. We miss him. But I'm glad he's not hurting. And I'll look into the little memorial garden we'll plant with his ashes and see him in the sweetness of the flowers.
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