Monday March 2nd, 2026
I put Nugget to sleep. He'd become awfully thin, often incontinent, though he continued to try the toilet and the box I'd gotten him - and he showed little interest in things around him. 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, euthanasia-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 lightly, loved on his ears, admired his white eyeliner and muzzle, and he offered 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. I asked if she thought he was ready, and she agreed it was a good time to let him go to the long sleep. When she d...
