I woke up around 1am, to puke jaggermeister and yogourt and bananas and nuts and maple syrup. I had gone to bed around 8H30pm. The day yesterday was very intense, thankfully, I had had an amazing night of sleep just the night before. I am so very GLAD God helped me and encouraged me to stay for TumTum's death. I was having panic and did not want to stay. But how I would have regretted leaving her alone in her final moment! So I did not and instead, I stayed with her all along and 20 minutes afterwards. I thanked God for having made me change my mind last minute without any doubt.

We will most probably get a third cat in 30 years. But not before winter, so she or he stays inside for 3 months first. Unless I leash him or her and walk the cat like a neighbour does with her cat Boots. Boots inherited all of Tummo's fancy cat food we had bought her recentely: fancy feast, Snappy Tom, ND Famina and Now cat food. Boots loves Now food. Yay!