Tony (my 16 year old cat) was put down today. My parents found him this morning, and he could not walk. He was so weak. I couldn't bear to hand him over to my father, because I knew it would be the last time I would hold him - EVER. He's gone. I can't believe it. I really need to be held right now.
It was just time, I guess. He had a long, healthy life. May peace come to him.
Song of the moment: "Runaway" - Something Corporate
