Care to guess which one is Blackie?
One of our older cats, Blackie, passed on during the night. It was not a surprise and while we always hate to say goodbye, it was time. He had stopped eating a few weeks ago and though we were feeding him several times a day with liquid food, he progressively got weaker and weaker.
We invited him in the house to live out the rest of his life, but he always wanted back out within 10-15 minutes so he was stating pretty clearly what he wanted to do. As cats do, he secluded himself away from us and we would have to find his favorite place of the day to feed him but two days ago he would not come out for feeding. Enough was enough.
He did not like going to the vet and did not seem in pain so we allowed him to go out on his own terms. When I could not find him this morning under his latest hide-out (the bush hog) I went looking and found that he had come to our deck, slipped under the grill and passed away.
I had been talking to him about not hiding someplace we could not find him, so we could bury him in our pet cemetery and he apparently granted my wish as well.
I was concerned that PITA, our hyper active coon hound would find his body and think it was playtime, but just the opposite. She had been going with me each feeding time to nuzzle Blackie and I thought lick off any milk that got on him, but a few times there was no milk and she licked him anyway. She usually knocked him over as she licked, but he did not compain either so I guess they understood each other.
Today she showed us where he was and actually watched his body while I dug the grave. I had to go to the garage to get an extra root axe and she stayed, just sitting, watching. I still thought she had ulterior motives but that never came about. Instead, after I had laid rocks on top of Blackie's grave she went over and laid on the rocks.
I had been holding my emotions pretty good until she did that. Silly PITA made a grown man cry. I guess she is a family member after all. (Darn!)