my cat who was 20 years old, was dying on a rug across the room.
He new eye was grieving, and he dragged himself across the room, though he had stopped walking and moving 4 daze, and laid his paw on my foot...
eye cried, and asked him r u leaving me Tannon?
he mewed weakly, like a kitten, and laid his head on my foot, it gave me a sense of emotional peace.
eye would keep watch with him until the dawm...
when eye awoke, that morning, refreshed, eye found that Tannon had returned 2 his rug n the night and had slipped n2 a coma.

n the middle of his dying, he only wanted 2 make sure eye was ok...that was the way he always was...never bit or scratched anyone, babies could pull his tail, or box his ears, he never hurt anything...
he lived a long and eventful life...he was no ordinary cat.
if there is a place 4 good animals n the New World eye hope he will b there.