Wow what a night poor kitty. He seemed to be getting better night time came he was sleeping good then decided he wanted to be his independent self. Again good sign. I finally moved to the couch with him in the wee hours of the morning once he did not come back to bed. He was waiting on me and cuddled for hours. I really think he has been having mini strokes. Which makes me so sad. He still do strong and stubborn. He does not seem ready to go and I am certainly not ready for him to go. Hoping doc has better news when we go back in. He is eating tuna and tuna juice. But not his normal food that he screams for every morning and night. That makes me sad. And so sorry I ever denied him his snacks. I am so not ready to say goodbye and really hope I do not have too. At least not this week or month.
So many memories. He had been my one constant in my entire adult life. My heart is breaking. I wish good news. I know he has had a good life. I am just not ready to let go. I always thought I would lose George first. Not my sweet Chance.. Not my cuddle bunny. My tear wiper. The one thing that knows how to make me smile. I'm not ready. Just not :-(
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