Friday - 2008-0328-1600 - Hermes

Hermes died in the night.

I'd noticed earlier in the week that he was not feeling well, but I delayed doing anything. Plus I did not feel well and was very limited in terms of what I could do.

Yesterday, I made an appointment and took him in at 2 pm. He was obviously very ill. The vet said he was dehydrated, so he would first start him on a IV and keep him overnight.

I asked if I could see him before leaving. He was wrapped in the towel I lined the carrier with and appeared very listless. I hovered him and petted him gently as I wept. I felt so terribly sad. I'm now glad that I did that for it my last contact with him.

Later in the day, the vet called and said his white blood count was very high, so he was obviously fighting an infection. This morning around 9:30, I called and the vet said he had died sometime during the night.

My felines mean a great deal to me. They have always been there through all the turmoil of my recent life. Sometimes, I think they are the only thing that has any meaning to me.

At present, I feel numb. I use that word because I don't really know how I feel.

"Now Voyager depart! (much, much for thee is yet in store;)."

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Pax! Erin go braugh! Je accuse...