The empty sofa

Too many problems with the tiny cat body, so there was nothing that could be done for Ragnar but let him go in peace.
I got the call at work that he didn't tolerate the anathesia, so fragile were his lungs. Put together with his teeth and painful eyes, it was the only choice.
Lars and I went to the clinic and he fell asleep on my lap, being cuddled by the both of us.
Farewell, my little heartbreaker