Shelby

Shelby passed away today in my arms. Early this morning we got to walk under the light of the full moon one last time, then he curled up and molded himself around the top of my head to sleep. Fed him a bit of gravy, some of the blades of grass that he likes, and as many treats as he could handle. He had a few small drinks out of the sink. He got foot massages and belly rubs, and had a nice long nap on the bookshelf. My old man, my princess, my thunder cat, my world. I will miss him dearly every day for the rest of my life. That is the price of love.