My eldest cat, Merlot, died a few days ago. I was with her when it happened. We knew it wasn't going to be long—she'd been getting weaker and weaker, but didn't seem to be in pain, so we kept everything natural and just took care of her for as long as we could.
She was twelve and a bit, only three and a half years younger than me, and I miss her terribly. But I don't want to go back into zombie-state like I did with the other two... So I'm just watching some TV, developing characters, working on some art. It's working pretty well. Guess I'm kinda getting used to this feeling.
I wanted to get it off my chest that she passed on, but I don't need consoling. I'm dealing with it, just in my own time. In the meantime, I get to catch up on TV shows and have another Pirates of the Caribbean marathon.
Sorry if this is a depressing or annoying journal. I just had to write it down. It is a journal, after all. Ignore it if you wish.
Positive stuff: the rest of the animals seem okay. Not as distressed as the other time. Oh, and Halloween was fun. And I have acquired a pirate hat!