For the last decade and a bit, we had the company of a lovely cat.
A stray, who simply came to us and stayed.
We named him Boxer, because for the first little while, after his arrival, he lived in the garden, in a heated & insulated box, that I built for him.
Boxer had a great personality and it was just as well because he grew to be a rather large and powerful cat and if he hadn't been blessed with a placid temperament, life could have been quite violent!
There were indications, over the past few months, that he was not as well, or as young as he had once been but it all came to a head, this past weekend and we had to take him to see a Vet.
It turned out that Boxer had a serious problem with his colon and after a traumatic day and a half in their care, I went in and held him, while the Vet administered the injection that would put him to sleep forever.
It is the second time, in my life, that I have watched a pet die and both times were exceedingly painful, at the time and for a long while after.
Somewhere, hidden like the Ark, from Raiders of the Lost... I have a better cartoon, that I drew of Boxer & Me
but at least I could find this one and it will have to do, for the time being.
Goodbye Boxer,
you were a loving friend and companion
and I will miss you,
My Love.
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