Yes, my Pancon is gone ...
He had a chronic kidney failure that left him no escape: he was slowly dying.
Today the veterinary came to him for the final injection. My mother, my brother and I stayed with him until the end.
A few months ago, in March, when I came back from a school trip, I had a stab in the back as a welcome back: my parents told me that Pancon was anemic.
They took him to the vet who prescribed the medication. Thanks to those medicines had recovered and were hoping to have him with us for quite some time.
But, unfortunately, the fate has sadly decided to take him away from us anyway.
I came home after a 10 day holiday in Slovenia and there another stab in the back: chronic kidney failure.
For two weeks he had moved to the bathroom, waiting for an end now certain. But to the last, he purred when we caressed him.
And now he's gone. I will miss his absurd positions when he was sleeping and his sweetness when we cuddled him.
I miss you, Pancon!