We're sitting in the big round chair right now. Duncan's tail is wagging, as it has been constantly for the past 10 days. He seems really uncomfortable and has a sad look in his eyes. He sat for a while in his sunbeam, which he loves so much. But generally, he won't stay in one place long. he's restless. His mouth is covered in evaporated milk, sweet potatoes and catsip. I put the evaporated milk in my coffee as a way of sharing something.
Russ decided to dress up and shower for the occasion, in respect to our dear friend. I will follow suit. I think maybe a gray and white outfit in honor of my beloved knight.
I took Duncan around the yard to look at stuff, grass, plants, roses, mint. Paxton killed all the catnip, but he wouldn't have liked it today anyway. He has such a strange look in his eyes. Not vacant like it was a few days ago. It seems a little delusional, as if he's trying to remember who I am. I think he's just a little nutty from not eating or maybe the cancer. He tried to eat litter a couple of times. But I stare into those little green eyes and know how much I will miss them. I love those eyes.
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