My Biscuit died in my arms a few weeks ago. She was a very old lade by cat standards, clinging to life to make sure her humans would be OK. Me and my partner were going through it pretty rough, but she stuck around until the light at the end of the tunnel became bright enough to let go. Now we have a pair of rambunctious blind bonded brothers to light our way (:
My Biscuit died in my arms a few weeks ago. She was a very old lade by cat standards, clinging to life to make sure her humans would be OK. Me and my partner were going through it pretty rough, but she stuck around until the light at the end of the tunnel became bright enough to let go. Now we have a pair of rambunctious blind bonded brothers to light our way (:
I’m sorry to hear that, they mean the world to us.