The waiting game starts now.

It’s Sir Sliene Mimer’s last 48 hours. Been hand feeding him in the past few days and he just wants to stay as much closer beside me.

Already spoke with the vet 2 days ago that the antibiotics and other efforts no longer work so he told me to give the comfort that Mimer needs until his last breath because I don’t want to euthanize him.

I make sure I feed him and let him take in plenty of fluids. He has cheated death already 5 times and I am proud of him for he is a fighter.

I already said my goodbyes and thank you to him. it’s not easy, it will never be easy. It feels like the time when I had my miscarriage but this too shall pass. I know that when it’s finally his time to draw his last breath, no more pain for him.

He just wants to be in my lap while I work even if his breath is very shallow and labored.

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