Simon passed earlier this morning. He took a turn for the worst last night, so I stayed up with him. He got up and tried to go to the litter box but peed on the floor because he could not walk. I laid him back on his favorite blanket because he did not want to be held. A few minutes later, he stopped breathing while I was petting him. I cut a section from his blanket and wrapped him in it. We will be burying him in a couple of hours after my son and daughter are able to come over and say goodbye. I have cried so much the last two days that my face and head hurt. I am going to try to get some sleep, but I will likely just lie here and cry. I might just clean instead so I have something to do.