My dear Luka passed away this morning. His pain has been slowly getting worse over the last couple weeks; he hardly ate, but he stilled seemed to be enjoying life so we continued on day by day. But finally, he began crying in pain last night and when he was taken to the vet this morning the decision was made that it was his time to go. It's so hard for me to believe how the time has flown since he was little. I found the first ever drawing I did of him when he was brought home from the shelter in 2009. I was twelve years old.
I dreamt about him all last night. He's always been an indoor cat but we tried walking him on a leash outdoors when he was little. I had a dream he was a kitten again and my friend and I were walking him around my old neighborhood and greeting the old neighborhood cats. It's a very sad day for me but I'm glad he's no longer in pain. I will love him forever.