Just spent my last time with TLC.
He rubbed my hand and then I picked him up. On my lap, he curled up and slept for a bit. His chin and one of his paws resting on my hand. Purring like he had just found his place in the world.
Had to leave his room for the night or I would never leave.
Didn’t feel like going home.
Don’t really feel like staying around the library.
Nowhere else to go, so I figured I would escape into the numbness of the internet for a bit.
He is old and, even though I would deny it to the ends of the earth, it is time.
Tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock there will be one less library cat in the world and that library will be quieter and lonelier for a while.
Safe journey, old friend...