He's just laying there. The flies where getting all over him , his tail would occasionally flicker but to no relief so he's back inside. I can't stand this. I can't stand seeing him like this. No vets would take him, they're all full.
That's my first friend. On the floor panting. Bloody mouthed and dying. That's my little guard puppy going away from me. He'd always flicker his tail, puffing it up whenever he could tell I was lurking. He'd run over and scream at us until I pushed my way to front. He was such a good boy. A brave boy for always taking stress and redirecting it away from the other cats. He treated them all like his babies. They all keep checking on him. Laying by him. Sniffins. I want to hold him but it'll hurt if I pick him up. He cries so much of every time.
Death let it be easy for him. Okay? Don't come and toy with him. Take him gently and take him sweetly. Let his eyes rest and his pain receed. Let him retain his dignity please. Please go with ease. Don't. Suffer.
I hope he finds all his siblings, all the kittens he loved and lived without. May he find peace. Happiness. His gentle good mornings will be remembered, his lazy insistence to sit on my feet will not go uncherished. His insistence for coconut flakes, his favorite snack. I. I loved him so much.