I'm real sad tonight because the cat I lived with for the past 13 years died yesterday. She was a great cat. I sculpted a lot of things in my life around her and she me. She was a great puker and a pretty good pooper - sometimes she erred and wiped her butt on the ground or missed the litter box. It happens to lots of cats.
She wasn't sick long. Her appetite shrank for the last three weeks or so. Which meant less poop. We knew she was getting sicker as the poops got less often and smaller. They were little tear drop turds, not the normal finger sized cat turds of her prime.
We were giving her lots of stuff to try to kickstart her appetite to no avail. She had some growths in her intestines and it probably hurt to eat & poop. So earlier on yesterday, before she went into a spiral at the very end, we were surprised when she went to the litter box and let out a real nice 2-3 inch turd, like some of her best work. It didn't come out with a struggle; she dropped it proudly and walked out of the box confident. That was her last poop, and it was a glorious one.
Gonna miss that great cat, but gonna think about that great last poop.
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