RIP Murphy

It's with a heavy heart and tears streaming down my face that I write about Murphy's last days.
He had always been rather small, and sickly but on Monday last week he seemed a little off. The following days, he barely left our bedroom to eat or drink. He looks skinnier than ever. He had 'accidents' everywhere. We cleaned up and attributed it to a switch in food. But as the week went on, the cat looked worse. He barely moved. He smelled awful.
One trip to the vet, $500 worth of tests, no results. Confined to the bathroom to limit the damages...covered in his own mess...the smell...still not eating or drinking...the medicine did not work. I just kept thinking he was dying.
Another trip to the vet on Monday evening. The final one. Options were discussed. The ultimate choice was made. The vet said he either had genetic defects affecting his stomach or stomach cancer.
Back home, it started to rain. Michael dug a hole in the backyard. We said our last good bye and buried him. We will plant an aloe vera where he rests. That was Kilian's idea.
My bedroom is empty...no one hides under my bed anymore. No little paws waking me up in the middle of the night.