Hi! I am brand new to this site.
I had to put my baby girl 2 sleep 2 weeks ago. She was diagnosed with breast cancer just over 3 years ago and I was told I might only get 1 year if I was lucky! Well, I was REALLY lucky because I got over 3 years! But in my opinion it was not enough!!!!
About 2 months ago I noticed something wasn't right. Not a major difference but it was something. I was sooo scared to take her to the vet. I knew it would be bad news. When I finally brought her, they did an xray and found the cancer had spread to her lungs. Her poor little lungs were filled with metastatic tumors. Filled! I was devistated. My worst fear had become a reality. So I took her home and decided to keep a close eye on her to be sure I would not have to let her get to the point of suffering. 3 weeks later I took her in because her breathing was obviously challenging for her. The vet told me that he could hear raspy in her lungs and that things would probably get bad for her within 2 weeks. This was on a saturday. I knew what I had to do. My parents were coming home from their vacation on monday and asked if I thought she would be ok until they got home. (they wanted to be here for me and to be able to watch the kids)
2 weeks ago today (12/19) I had to say goodbye. It was the worst day of my life. My house is so different without her. My other cat cries all the time because she misses her. I cry all the time. This was the first pet I have had to say goodbye to. A piece of me died right along with her. I feel like there is a hole in my heart now that may not heal.
I had her cremated and picked up her ashes this past friday. She is in a beautiful cherry box with her picture on the front. She sits on a shelf close to my bed in my room. It was her room. Since I bought this house 5 years ago she spent her days in there. She slept on the bed with me every night. So that is where she belongs. It was so hard to pick her up. To have a bag handed to me with my cat in it. I hated that moment. Hated it.
My kids are so sweet. (almost 3 year old twins, so they don't really get it!) Every morning they say good morning to her. Every night they ask to say good night to Pookey. They kiss her box.
Thanks for reading my story!
~Kim
I had to put my baby girl 2 sleep 2 weeks ago. She was diagnosed with breast cancer just over 3 years ago and I was told I might only get 1 year if I was lucky! Well, I was REALLY lucky because I got over 3 years! But in my opinion it was not enough!!!!
About 2 months ago I noticed something wasn't right. Not a major difference but it was something. I was sooo scared to take her to the vet. I knew it would be bad news. When I finally brought her, they did an xray and found the cancer had spread to her lungs. Her poor little lungs were filled with metastatic tumors. Filled! I was devistated. My worst fear had become a reality. So I took her home and decided to keep a close eye on her to be sure I would not have to let her get to the point of suffering. 3 weeks later I took her in because her breathing was obviously challenging for her. The vet told me that he could hear raspy in her lungs and that things would probably get bad for her within 2 weeks. This was on a saturday. I knew what I had to do. My parents were coming home from their vacation on monday and asked if I thought she would be ok until they got home. (they wanted to be here for me and to be able to watch the kids)
2 weeks ago today (12/19) I had to say goodbye. It was the worst day of my life. My house is so different without her. My other cat cries all the time because she misses her. I cry all the time. This was the first pet I have had to say goodbye to. A piece of me died right along with her. I feel like there is a hole in my heart now that may not heal.
I had her cremated and picked up her ashes this past friday. She is in a beautiful cherry box with her picture on the front. She sits on a shelf close to my bed in my room. It was her room. Since I bought this house 5 years ago she spent her days in there. She slept on the bed with me every night. So that is where she belongs. It was so hard to pick her up. To have a bag handed to me with my cat in it. I hated that moment. Hated it.
My kids are so sweet. (almost 3 year old twins, so they don't really get it!) Every morning they say good morning to her. Every night they ask to say good night to Pookey. They kiss her box.
Thanks for reading my story!
~Kim