#100BM Day 83
There was a time when I used to carry my cat on my back, piggyback-style, to meet my (late) mother after work. The kids at the school would be delighted. Hamish was always non-plussed.
That was more than 4000 days ago.
Today I had to say goodbye to him. He was just too weak to even consider further treatment to get him to a point where we could figure out a diagnosis. He couldn’t even stand up this afternoon. Dr. Hughes didn’t think he would make the night.
Dozens of friends and fans on the internet are mourning the loss, even though most hadn’t met him. Hell, the number of texts and FB comments outnumber the total humans he had met in his 14 and a half years threefold, probably.
It’s raining furiously outside while I cry endlessly, which feels appropriate. This not having a cat thing is no good at all.