Loki went to hang out with Puto tonight on the other side of the rainbow bridge. Puto has been waiting, knowing that he would have to look after Loki to protect him from cat fights. And I’m sure Murphy was standing there wagging his tail in anticipation as well.

Unfortunately, Loki’s kidney failure was getting worse and he was having lots of trouble breathing. Don’t know if the breathing difficulties were related to the crud in the air from the fire or what. But I do think he was suffering and not at all comfortable. Over the past few days it became clear that it was time. The hardest part was driving to the vet with Loki sitting next to me, and me knowing he wouldn’t be there on the way home.

This has been by far the absolute worst year for my pets…and the loss of three over the past two months has been more than just difficult for me. They are no longer suffering and I’m glad for that, but now I’m ready for the suffering part to end for me as well. I know Baby won’t be around for too much longer, but I’m hoping for at least a few more years. She will no doubt be happy not to have to share my bed with anyone but me tonight. But I will miss Loki snuggling up next to me.