Monday March 2nd, 2026
I put Nugget to sleep. He'd become terribly thin, often incontinent though he continued to try the toilet and the box I'd gotten him - it just seemed to slip out when he was sleeping - and he showed little interest or movement. He wasn't hiding or obviously in pain - but he seemed to no longer have joy or comfort. So I decided for him - and called a gentle euthansia-focused vet to the apartment. That last day I ordered him sushi and he ate a bit. I lay on the floor with him until she came - aware it was our last hours - touched him gently, loved on his ears, admired his white eye-liner and muzzle, and a stroke or two down his soft creamy throat. I spoke to him about our years together and of what was coming. When she arrived, he got up to investigate the new person at the door. She asked me some questions about him, and assessed his condition. She agreed it was a good time to let him go to the long sleep - when I asked her if she thought it was the right time. W...
