Letting Go of Bub
My precious cat, Bub, is dead. After four days of not eating or drinking, his failing kidneys finally gave out. We awakened several mornings during that final week, expecting to find him gone. My husband George even dug a small grave in the back field. But Bub hung on, though moving very little, pink-tinged drool dripping from his mouth. When he stopped purring, I knew he was giving up. I once read that a cat’s purrs release endorphins that help to heal its body and reduce inflammation. Amazing creatures. Not only that, the purrs even release endorphins in nearby humans. All I know is that his purring calmed and comforted...
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