Taken From Me...

Banichi Leofric (Loverich) Devine was my male cat. He died in my arms last night, having been poisoned with some type of rodent blood-thinner. He did not deserve to die. He did not deserve to die bleeding out. I was helpless. I did not protect him as I should have.
He was six-and-a-half to seven years old, according to the vets. His previous owners had abandoned him in what became my apartment; he managed to survive for ten days without food or water. Yesterday he went out to play, and ate or licked something in the back yard of the apartment building, and he is now dead. It doesn't seem real. He was half of my soul.