1997 -- 23 Jul 2008
He asked to come into the house on Monday then waited by the door outside. We knew he wanted to go away to die. We couldn't let him.
He moped around the house for a few days, while we doted affection on him, saying our wordless goodbyes. He lost interest in food and lethargy overtook him. I finally put him back in his familiar rooms this morning so he wouldn't feel he needed to hide.
I checked on him when I got back from town this afternoon. He was laying in his litterbox so I took him out and placed him on a nearby catbed. I petted him and told him it was okay to go on.
He died quietly about four-thirty this afternoon.
We never knew how old he was--he was a mature cat when he started coming by here for food nine or ten years ago. He was very frightened of humans; he had been on his own long enough to distrust human motives. But once we managed to trap him and bring him inside, he revealed a loving, gentle heart.
I am glad we were able to be his haven in this life.