The cat died yesterday afternoon.
After struggling for days, I've managed to not shed a single tear when I carried his dead body to his grave. There was a large gaping hole where his right cheek should have been. I was quite relieved when he finally died, because no creature ever should survive with such pain, unattended.
Talk about crying, I've had my fair share of crying just a day before he left. I took some time to stroke him, whispered I love him. And he purred despite how weak he had become -- he could not even stand up by then. I wonder if his purring was effortless. I sure hope it was. I would hate it if he wasted whatever energy he had left just to show he loved us.
Damn. Now I'm crying again. Haha.
Have a safe trip to Heaven, sweetheart.