At about ten years old, he developed cancer, and despite several lengthy and expensive treatments, one day I found him lying on the floor twitching occasionally, unseeing with wide-open eyes and unresponsive. Vet examined him quickly and then sighed before looking at Me to give Me the bad news. He died in My arms while I kept petting him and assuring him how much he was loved.
I was devastated for weeks afterwards, but once in awhile while half asleep I would feel him jump up on the foot of the bed and begin walking up to lay on his usual place on one of My arms (I sleep on My side(s). I think it took him awhile to realize he had passed on.
Still love that little guy.
Yeah, I had a few kitties with cancer too, G.W. (2001-2011) and Cricket (1984-1994) both at the age of 10. I still had another, Pansy (1987-2006) had lymphoma at the age of 19. If Pansy did not have cancer, I think there is a 50-50 chance she would still be here, she would be 26, she was a tough little girl, a diluted calico. BTW, I had an online friend who had lymphoma himself at the same time, he was undergoing chemo at that time and was bum tired but still got on the keyboard to comfort my loss of Pansy. He passed a few months later. Now Mom is fighting breast cancer, she had a mastectomy and the tissues in the surrounding areas test negative but still will go back on chemo and/or radiation to make sure we get any stragglers, if any. I know she is doing much better now, she is yelling at the Steelers when they screw up. B-)