I know you guys are getting tired of hearing about Toonces, my cat, but I don't think he's going to make it through the night. I had him back inside but I realized that it was selfish of me plus, I just didn't know if I could handle seeing him die. At one point his breathing was so shallow...but he's just breathing lightly. I asked my son if he thought we should put him back out and he said 'yes' that that's where he wants to be. He told me he would handle it. I couldn't stand it, I had to say goodbye and I couldn't keep from crying. We have always been so close. With me being disabled and not having a boyfriend or better half, Toonces has been my mate. It was taking Joe a while outside and I wondered why but when he came back in, he was smiling. He said that Toonces' friend (a cat down the street, his buddy) was outside and though the cat didn't know Joe, he didn't run away. Joe put him down and left them to be together. It was like his friend had come to do whatever cats do for each other. I can't write anymore. This is not doing any good.
Thank you for reading & caring,
The next day...He's no where to be seen, however, Joe saw a cat that looked like Toonces, hopping and jumping and running (faster than Toonces ever ran before). He said it was like he was trying to catch butterflies. I thought that maybe he was dying and trying to get out of himself, that possibly he couldn't breathe but Joe says he thinks it was the spirit of Toonces. I'll go with that.
I checked here for an update. I was hoping you'd say that Toonces came back inside and was fit as a fiddle. This is close enough, though ;)