It’s always a tussle to carry him or just to get him to stay still. He doesn’t like hugs. Too long an embrace will certainly give a growl or a slight claw action. Nothing to draw blood but just enough for you to yowl or scream. And he gets released and scampers off to a safer spot. Brat much?

But man, how I loved him so much. He’s quite a character. I would say he is a typical old man of the Baby Boomers or Generation X period. Never say die attitude and just generally stubborn as hell. I wouldn’t say he eats his medicine like a champ? But somehow knowing he had no choice, he tolerated us feeding him. Grumbling and growling. But after its done, off he goes to bath and lick his “wounds”.

How I admire his spirit though. Stubborn till the end. He was like 19 or 20 years old. He passed away in 2021. He had seizures then in the late night. He was in a coma for awhile. Doctor said if he do wakes up, it doesn’t guarantee that the seizures would not return. And he might suffer from brain damage too.

We just thought then that maybe it was time to let go of him. From the suffering of medications and injections. Now this. And I was pretty sure he would fight through all the sicknesses that he had to live with because it was just like him. A fighter.

So that day we decided to put him to sleep so he can finally rest and enjoy himself fully somewhere else in spirit. No more medications, needles, food restrictions, poop lubricants. Just free.

Oh wow, feeling teary just recalling this. May he rest in peace now. That’s something I’m happy for him though.