Captn kitty update:
At 10am eastern, Captn went quietly to sleep with me petting him. In the light of the vet's office, he looked really bad.
Although I didn't sleep last night, he came into the bedroom and meowed everyone awake like he normally did everyday at 6am. He could barely stand up. After letting the dogs out and him refusing food again, we laid down in bed and I petted his chin and cheeks and head while he purred and purred. We stayed that way for hours, and then we went outside and I held him in the warm sunshine (it's a beautiful day here). I let him walk in the grass a little, but he didn't like his feet wet. hehe. The dogs licked him goodbye and psychotic old Ratkity even nosed him when we left for the vet's.
My heart is broken, but I know I did it for him. I'll get his ashes back in a little bit or so.
I've never had to count down to the time when an animal was put to sleep like this and been able to talk to him and say everything I wanted to say while he was alert. It doesn't make it easier, but the healing has started.
My other old cat, Ratkity, is on my lap now putting my legs to sleep.
Thank you for all your thoughts for me and Captn these last few days.
Oh, and there will be no baby bikerchicks either, alas! The rabbits lived (and are fat and happy in Debbie's garden). *hugs*
Luv, always,
Ratkitten