I'm sad.

Yesterday my 20 year old white cat died. 

In his heaviest he weighed 5 kilos, and when he died he only weighed 3.4 kilos. He was boney. 

He survived a kidney problem, uti,  several pneumonia, and  few stomachache. 

I had to force feed him and give pocari sweat and vitamin through syringe. He was still drinking on his own except for his last day. 

Even if he was swaying he'd still go up and down the stairs. He was still fighting until his last breath. He still wanted to rise and walk until he no longer able. 

Old age caught up with him. 

Rest in peace, thank you for coming to my life and the companionship. I loved you. 

PS: 

My other cat, who kept watch over his buddie when he was sick, was sad and felt lonely and slept on my bed. And that night when I was going to sleep he didn't want to move away, and he ended up sleeping with me. Usually he slept in his carton box. When they both were younger they always wanted to stay near me, and sleep around my bed. He seldom sleep with me now, he prefered his space.