Over the weekend I had to make the difficult decision to have the vet put my cat down.
Here's my favorite picture of him from a few years ago, in his favorite place- bed. When he wasn't in bed, Buddy was the closest thing I ever had to paws-on assistance: holding down pages while I used my mouthstick and laying on my legs during spasms. He tended to show up whenever I was struggling to do something and would inevitably put a paw out to help. If that failed, since he had no opposable thumbs, he would snuggle me.
When he was a kitten, his tail was so big that he constantly tripped over it and would sit on the floor and sigh. I assured him he would grow into it, which he sure did! Buddy weighed 25 pounds and was close to four feet long. Despite that, he was one of the most gentle animals you'd ever meet.
Rest in peace, my dear companion.