I came home, teary eyed and just prayed for him. Silly as it sounds, I prayed for Baxter that he would slip quietly from this life during the night. Maybe I was selfish because I didn't want to have to say the words to put him down and then hold him in his final minutes of life. I just couldn't face doing that to my big kitty-boy that I had loved so much. God was good. As I was calling the vet at 7:10 Wednesday morning he was calling me. Baxter was slipping away and had only minutes to live. Baxter went quietly, although not with me and I was spared the gut wrenching decision. I am thankful.
|Baxter (on left) and Mitzie|
|Baxter spent most of his time sleeping on my bed, day and night. Sweet Dreams, Big boy!|