It is time to say goodbye.

[spatch]

After a day of upsetting deterioration, Abbie is fading rapidly now. He breathes open-mouthed with tongue out, his abdominal muscles heave to get any kind of breath in and out, his eyes won't constrict in the light and he is barely responsive enough to move away when he feels like you don't need to see him like this anymore. This is no life for a cat. We are letting him have his time in the living room right now with nobody watching--please, cat, please please please let go, go to sleep, join the song, we love you--but the travelling veterinarian is due in ninety minutes.

It is time.

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[radiotelescope.livejournal.com]

I don't believe I ever met Mr. The Cat, but he has been a foundation of your Internet presence since approximately forever, and I will miss him just for that. Shadow on the wall though that is.

I am sorry for your loss, ye who knew him well.