Always the hardest... · 1:58am May 24th
Twelve and a half years ago, a pure white cat walked into my life and front door. She had six kittens in tow and eight more inside her. She was hungry and needed love. I gave her all she could ever want. Six months later, when the second litter was just starting to ween, her lungs nearly failed. For twelve years, every three days I gave her medication. She thrived and returned the love given. She got to keep two from the second litter. All the rest found homes elsewhere. So many trips to the vet to keep her going, some for other reasons, always treated and returned.
Last week, I made an appointment for today. She had been deteriorating because of a tooth. We couldn't operate this time. Her estimated age and her lungs were just too much. She would have never woken. Last night, I gave her a special meal, no matter how little she could eat. I put her daughter with her to share some time this morning, but the time soon came. At least her daughter had wandered off in that time and I didn't have to pull her away. The final trip began... she purred for much of it. I petted her so much. She was sedated and when the time came, she slipped peacefully into sleep... forever more. An empty carrier came home, her ashes to be collected in future days.
Very much already missed. Yet, in coming days or weeks (within a month), the path will be similar for our dog. All we can do is give them the love and care they need, and, if need be, help to ease them onward. Always the hardest...
Tael.
Seven days later, have brought her ashes home. Been an absolute mess all day.
It is extremely hard to say good buy to your furbaby. I know having cats all my life it never gets easier, but on the bright side is that there is always love in your heart for more despite how hard it is.
I'm sorry for your loss *hugs tightly*