My cat died three nights ago.
He became really ill three days before his death, and he rapidly just got worse.
On the second last night, he was lying on the bathroom floor. He would cry out in pain and loneliness, so I'd get out of bed a few times to comfort him.
On the last night, he couldn't move anymore, so we placed him in a box with a blanket over him. His head was lolled over the edge, and he was coughing up mucus.
Eventually, he just gave in.
He was like a son to my dad, and I couldn't stop crying when I thought about how dad had to lift his lifeless body into another box, to be wrapped up in preparation for burial.
Not to be cru