with sunrise and merlin, his ever loyal friends. he has changed his position a couple of times during the night and they have readjusted their own to fit him. this is the first time i have felt like an intruder instead of a participant into any of their deaths.
somehow these three little cats have this whole end of life process covered and they do not require any assistance from me. i am trying to be respectful and only checking every so often (in case something changes) but i do not want to disrupt this quiet and peaceful place they have achieved.
ahhh, these americats, the ancient primal wisdom they gained from the hell that they came from is truly quite amazing. how many times did they comfort a friend as he passed away and became free?