My cat is dying. I came home today and he was lying at the front door. He can't stand up, meow or move his head much beyond a flop. So, I've laid him in my bed on a towel to catch the swoosh of shit and vomit when he dies. He keeps trying to flop his head up when I stand. And here I am with maybe only four fingers of vodka.
inabsentia:
That's awful, man...hopefully he will go without much pain.