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My soul feels stretched out of shape.
Sorrow, hope, love, despair, and fierce regret are at war within me. Is he really gone? Is he, that darling cat who gazed at me so affectionately and raised his head to accept my touch? That lovely creature who trusted me to take care of him?
Did I? Was sparing him great pain at the price of his life the right decision? We had no way of knowing if any of the treatments proposed would work, or do anything more than cause him further suffering.
So tired. Time to take a tranquillizer (to ensure I sleep well, as well as dull the agony in my heart) and go to bed. The deed is done. Let's see what tomorrow -- our first day without Micawber in almost nine years -- brings.
Sorrow, hope, love, despair, and fierce regret are at war within me. Is he really gone? Is he, that darling cat who gazed at me so affectionately and raised his head to accept my touch? That lovely creature who trusted me to take care of him?
Did I? Was sparing him great pain at the price of his life the right decision? We had no way of knowing if any of the treatments proposed would work, or do anything more than cause him further suffering.
So tired. Time to take a tranquillizer (to ensure I sleep well, as well as dull the agony in my heart) and go to bed. The deed is done. Let's see what tomorrow -- our first day without Micawber in almost nine years -- brings.
