I am beyond sad to say Fang died this morning.
I am so glad to have known him. I am so glad we had a wonderful life together. I am so glad Bugs is here beside me as I write this, being so sweet.
I took the last picture of Fang, above, two days ago. Doesn’t he look well?
Here’s another one of him, from a few days before that.
Isn’t it plain that he was having a good life? I wanted him to have a good life more than I can say.
I am glad he was taken suddenly. I’m glad yesterday, his last day on this earth, was just as usual. Peaceful. Happy. There was no sign.
But early this morning he woke me crying out. I found him on the bathroom floor. He had tried to make it to the litter box and couldn’t quite get there. He was lying in his poop. He was panting. He began to struggle to clear his lungs. He couldn’t. The mucus was thick and ropy. He fought briefly. Then he threw up blood. And he was gone.
I am glad his suffering was brief. Only about ten minutes.
Fly Free My Dearest Darling Fang.
May you play, eternally, with your Shoelace Of Eternal Delight. You can see it there, just there in the center of the tree trunk, waiting for you. Always waiting for you.