Tonight, Ubee took a sudden turn for the worse.
He was walking along, then fell over. His back legs stopped working.
I picked him up, and knew that he didn't have long.
There was just too much internal damage - we'll never know from what -- but when Bessie found him, his back end never was right. He put up a valiant fight, but in the end it wasn't enough.
I got into bed and held him. He crawled up under my chin and wrapped his paws around my finger and purred one last time.
Then he went to the bridge.
Spooker was with me in bed, and Daphne is here on my feet now.
Somehow, I'll be okay.
Please say one last prayer for our little guy.
I love you, Ubee.
Ubee at peace, now.