Nov. 24th, 2004

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Sunshine passed away yesterday afternoon (the 23rd). He was 18 years old. He seemed to be ok until about six days ago, when I noticed he wasn't eating enough at all - a couple of bites and then that would be all, even though I was giving him wet cat food that had been broken up into small bites and diluted. Finally about 4 days ago he stopped eating altogether.

[livejournal.com profile] rialian started feeding him with a syringe and gave him kitten milk replacement formula mixed with cat food and a dab of NutriCal. Sunshine really didn't want it, but we couldn't just let him die of thirst and starvation. Nor could I bring myself to take him to the vet -- Aside from the fact that he really didn't want to go (which was the main reason I didn't take him), I felt certain they wouldn't do anything except maybe prolong it for a short time, or (more likely) tell me to put him to sleep. [livejournal.com profile] rialian and I both felt he wanted to be at home.

[livejournal.com profile] rialian spent the last four nights curled up with him on the couch (Sunshine's favorite spot), with Sunshine wrapped in a towel for warmth. We took turns bathing him and drying him and brushing his fur.

Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] rialian went home for lunch yesterday and fed him, and then got off work early and came home. At around 5:00 or so (before I had returned), he bathed Sunshine and dried him off and brushed him, and had him in his lap, purring softly, when he passed. [livejournal.com profile] rialian said that just after it happened, he heard a really loud purr, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere, and he could feel Sunshine purring, but not physically.

[livejournal.com profile] rialian did a little meditation in which he was helping Sunshine across, and got the impression of Sunshine being received by the Celtic goddess Bridget. [livejournal.com profile] rialian wrapped him in the very old silk shirt of mine that I'd chosen for him - that shirt was about as old as he was and I loved it and wore it very often during his life. When I came home, Sunshine was curled up in my shirt beside my statue of Bast, and a candle was burning nearby.

The house feels a lot emptier without him. He was a very big presence. Plus it would seem he was Bridget's cat. I think I'm toast. There were all those times I got mad at him for spraying things, and all those times I shut him out of my room, and ... and ...) ...

I'm glad [livejournal.com profile] rialian was with him when he died, as he was the one who was there for him day and night toward the end, and he treated the crossing with a respect and reverence that I probably wouldn't have maintained, since I'd have been too occupied with becoming a total basket case...which I did quite admirably, I might add. But [livejournal.com profile] rialian took care of everything. When I came home, the house was spotless, and Sunshine was clean and dry and arrayed splendidly, as befits the gods when they return to rule the worlds...

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