Adieu Abbath.

This is his last minutes. I signed the papers. Probably crying while taking it, don't judge me, it's a reflex nowadays, no ?

He got one shot for sleeping, and he lived his last moments with love, sweet words et many thanks, for being him : an adorable, lazy, sticky, constantly-purring cat.

I loved him, and i think he loved me. In 7 seven years (he was 3 when i got him from the shelter) we spent together nice moments, and went through storms. Goodbye my friend, thank you so much for being there, i hope we meet again in another place.

Godspeed, comme disent les américains. May you be in a valley where the catnip grows well.