Well, it’s done. Elliott is in his final resting place, nestled back in the corner of our yard at the foot of the forsythia bushes and a dappled willow. We buried him in his favorite headquarters, his round cat bed. I surrounded him with flowers from the yard; he looked so peaceful and sweet curled up in there.
I decided to take a photo of him before we laid him to rest. I realize some may think it’s morbid, but to us it’s comforting to see him in a spot he loved so much in life. Next to our laps, this was his favorite place to be.
He started purring at the sound of our voices and kept purring and enjoying his chin rubs up to the moment he died. I was surprised at how quickly he went; one moment he was purring and looking at me, and then next second his eyes closed and he went limp. That’s when it hit us the hardest, that moment the little guy went away.
I have to think of the good things this evening. Of course, it’s painful, but there is still good. It is good he is no longer suffering. It is good that, though he had to spend his last night at the vet’s office, he knew we’d come back to him and loved him. It is good we let Hattie, Emma and Sarah see him and say their own goodbyes.
He saw me through my first job, my first home on my own, my marriage — so many things. He was an exceptionally good and friendly companion.