Warning: NO BLOODY MEADOW BRIDGE. Sorry, I don’t believe in fairy tales.
Religious people are welcome to say a prayer appropriate to their respective faiths.
Renzo has died at 20 years and three months. That makes him about a centenarian in human terms. I like seeing him on forums just after Muhammad Ali, as Renzo was also black and very handsome, and a very skilled hunter in his day, who leapt to the top of an extremely tall bookcase from my workdesk, with a smidgen of headspace above.
Like most extremely elderly cats, Renzo had kidney failure, which suddenly became acute for no apparent reason. I had made an appointment for him to have “assisted death”, but after petting him and cleaning him with a little washcloth, I went off from my work to do some shopping. At some point he had stopped breathing. He had just fallen asleep, and faded away.The two nights before, I took him to bed and we cuddled for hours and he purred and licked me. Renzo had always been a svelte Siamesish cat, but he was terribly thin.
I want to die myself, but rest assured that I have no concrete plans to that effect. I have too many things to get done.