Onyx had FReepmailed me yesterday and said that she was staying on the couch with Jack until it was over and that she wasn’t sure when she’d be back.
Thank you, DJ. I won’t disturb her then. This is so sad.
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Thanks, DJ.
Jack’s last act was to jump off the couch while I was sending the FR mail to DJ, so he could be next to me at my computer. I picked him him and went back to the couch to sit with him. I gave him some ice water and he sloshed his tongue in it and drank some. I massaged him and he his bowels moved normally, so I knew the end was near. We both went to sleep on my pillow, his face next to mine, and he didn’t wake up.
We buried him this morning, right beside the back sun deck’s steps, where he loved to sit, with the St. Francis Statue atop his grave that he liked to pee on. DrO’s trusted handyman, Andre’ who takes such good care of his Momma and things around here, dug the grave —— it is fitting for a human! —— so Jack is buried with his Sweetie, his China plate, his leash, and pictures of the grandchilden he raised.
DrO gave me a heavy tranquilzer last night, so I was unable to come back to write to you all.
I’m all right this morning now. Drinking a Bud Light...LOL. I have one more to go that’s icy cold in the fridge!!!
Jack had a very good life. He was very spolied. I wish all pets could be so sppoiled and loved.
Thank you all for your prayers. They worked. He died peacefully in his sleep without a whimper and he gave me time to prepare. I sent him to St. Francis clean with nails trimmed. Soaped him up three times, rinsed him four times and he relished his last bath and getting dried with the hair dryer, lying on the couch with me.
Now, let’s get onto this FReepathon!!!!