At three o'clock this afternoon we said goodbye to Samson cat and put him to sleep. The cancer had spread to his remaining back leg, the muscle in his eye and the cancer on his lungs was affecting his breathing.
We took him on several adventures yesterday and today, bushwalking, a scenic drive, people/bird watching and a nighttime camp-out in his favorite paddock.
He was so weak but he loved it all with purrs, meows and cuddles. He even found the energy to walk a little.
He was buried with his favorite harness, leash, reflective jacket for nighttime walks, blanket and his string toy, in one of his favorite sleeping places on the property.
He looked so at peace finally.
The bottle of 52 year old chivas regal scotch whiskey in the cupboard seems like a fitting drink to say goodbye to him.
A toast to my baby boy and the adventures we had together. You were a unique soul that I have never found another alike and never will. Goodbye little guy.
My boy.
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