Yesterday, my dear friend, Elisabeth, had to put her lovely cat Kahn to sleep. The lovely little guy is 18, and has dementia.
On Tuesday just a few days ago, I got to see him for the last time. He snuggled up to me, remembering me, and for those few hours I got to spend with this cat I'll be forever grateful.
Khan always loved to see me... he had a lucid day, which was good. But he's lost so much weight, and he's not eating.
Goodbye Khan, you've been loved and it's time to go across the Rainbow Bridge.
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