My brave wee Leo passed away today. I took him back to the vet, Anne, his favourite, and as he had lost another half kilo she thought it was time for us to say our goodbyes. He was so brave, he purred the whole time even when she shaved his leg to inject him, and then he was gone.
Last night he got into bed with me (he usually slept on the bottom of the bed) and led with me. He snuggled up and wrapped his paw round my thumb and held my hand for hours. A memory I will treasure.
We only bought him home in May, a rescue from the SSPCA. Both Leo and his brother Vinnie were five and a half years old and beautiful Ragdoll boys. They have been in a house with 25 other cats and were in poor health.
While Vinnie has recovered and settled well, Leo never really regained his health. About three weeks ago they found a tumour and we knew he didn't have long.
He may only have been with us a short time but Leo was a special boy, so loving and soft, always grateful for a warm lap and cuddle. He would love to rest his head on your arm and wrap his leg and paw around you and settle down for a nap.
I am totally heartbroken.
We have him in a small box in the living room so that Vinnie can adjust to him not being here. He keeps going up to him and peeking in to see if he's getting up.
If Vinnie can cope we will bury Leo tomorrow. Hubby dug Leo's grave this morning, but the snow has filled it again.
So I hope Leo is up on rainbow bridge now with Crookie and Molly having a good time and settling in.
Its always hardest for those of us left behind.
