{"id":19607,"date":"2021-09-08T08:26:12","date_gmt":"2021-09-08T15:26:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=19607"},"modified":"2021-09-19T10:36:21","modified_gmt":"2021-09-19T17:36:21","slug":"sep-8-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2021\/09\/08\/sep-8-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Sep 8 Kitten Gone"},"content":{"rendered":"

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Marcus Tullius Cicero<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The day outside has gotten darker, no solar today, no work will get done. I am holding a sick kitten who will pass sometime today. He is getting weaker and weaker, breathing is getting less and less. I didn’t want him to die alone.<\/p>\n

Just as I hope when my time comes I won’t be alone either.<\/p>\n

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\nThe little guy is almost gone stuff came out of the back end that wasn’t pleasant, on my pillow. That’s cleaned up, and he is laying on a Scott towel bed. I feel bad for him. Dying so slowly like he was clinging on every scrap of life he can.<\/p>\n

My little guy is gone. He made a few last gasps and expired, I am thankful it is over. For him. I will keep him beside me for a little while to make sure he is gone.<\/p>\n