When I wrote earlier today that Maci came back, I didn’t know he was sick. He went away because of that, he went away to die. But got back anyway. Maybe to say goodbye.
My father brought him to the vet, but he said there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t finish his last snack. Maci rests now in our garden and I’m out of words.
Goodbye, dearest friend. We miss you terribly.