Of course, he would decide to start dying during rush hour. I've never been so frustrated with traffic in all my life, Rich weaving through lanes of cars while I tried to help my gurgling cat breath in my arms. But he held out until we got to the vet. He was too far gone for us to put an IV in him and take our time like with Connor. But Dr. Smithwick gave him a small shot to help him over that edge and put him to sleep. They wrapped him up and put him in a little cardboard kitty coffin and handed him back to me within a few minutes of bringing him in. I probably looked like a crazy woman, sobbing and desperately hugging this cardboard box in the car.
I'm so glad we took him home. We went to my parents and Daddy and Rich dug a hole for him next to Lady and Buddy. And I was consoled that he was home. I felt almost good that he's not hurting anymore. I miss him a lot. But he died without a single flea on him and with a belly full of kitty treats. And that's the best I could do for him.
Part of me wanted to go out and get some dinner. To enjoy an evening of going to a restaurant that we pick based on the menu and not how long will it take to eat and will an animal die in the house while we're gone. But in the end, I was just too tired. So weary. So Rich went and got me sandwiches and I hunted for pictures of our little guy. I can't find the really good one of him on Jeremy's head. But I did find some classics. I had forgotten how much he terrorized Sarah. Maybe that was part of her neurosis years ago was waiting for Loki to pounce. He certainly lived up to his name.
You can look at more pictures of him here. He has his own album under family.