I knew this day was coming. Gotham is gone. 1.23.2023. Almost 16 1/2 years old. Just got home from the vet and I am utterly broken. Decimated. Destroyed. I can’t stop crying. The kitten doesn’t know what’s going on, so he’s no comfort. He’s chewing on cords. 

I loved Gotham so much. It’s hard to understand if you’ve never had a pet you were as connected to as I was to him. Part of me is gone.  He just wasn’t getting better and was skin and bones. I tried everything, but his kidneys were done.

Taking tomorrow off work. I’m in no shape to go in, but I don’t know what to do with myself either.

To say I’m going to miss him seems inadequate. Again, I loved that cat more than anything.

I’m just broken and sad.