He was crouched between the dining room and kitchen, breathing, heavy. It was almost as if he realized he stands on an even greater threshold.
His heart is broken.
The murmur has grown steadily worse and now, at only two and a half he is dying.
Dolce, the kitten who never quite lived up to his name. The cat we chased after calling “let me LOVE you!!”
But he became part of the family, an active member of our clan which extends from turtle and lizard, to dog and cats. And now he’s leaving us, breaking our hearts as he goes.