Gussy's Time

I think it's today. His breathing is labored. He's dehydrated. Shows minimal interest in food, although still bitched about it this morning. ("Wake up and feed me!")

And then remarkably, when I was sitting on the couch, coffee in hand, trying to attain full consciousness, Gus came over to me and crawled up in my arms. He put his head on my shoulder.

He's come over for a cuddle many, many times, but this is different. I sat with him. I cried a little bit.

Dr. Knightly said that she had thought Gus had a tumor that was blocking his sinuses on his left side. This was about a month ago.

A couple of weeks later, I noticed that something had gone funny with his left eye. I waved my finger next to it. He didn't blink or follow my eye. Gussy has gone blind in his left eye.

And then this past week, I noticed that the bridge of his nose has been pushed out by maybe 1/8 - 1/4 of an inch. I think there is a tumor there, and it had been hiding behind Gussy's eye.

We have cuddled much this morning. Right now, Sophie is on the couch, next to him.

I'm off to take a shower and then will call the vet.

I wish there was some way I could spare him the terror of the last ride.

It's time. Gussy wants to go. He's not interested in being here any more.