It's been one month since the passing of my cat, Angus. A year ago this week he came into my life. I adopted him. I remember the day he died so vividly. My mother picked me up and I said, "He always cries when he's in the carrier, it's not because he's in pain." The vet gave me all the options and explained that very little could be done. He assured me that I was making the right decision. I kept saying, "Can I hold him in my lap?" And I went to pick him up before the doctor wrapped him in the little blue blanket. "Why don't you sit down with him, honey?" My mother placed her hand on his head and said, "You poor little guy." His mouth started moving back and forth and I knew he was getting ready to vomit again. And he did, so I put him on the table and placed my head on his stomach and spoke to him. Then, the vet tech came in and caressed his head and said, "Poor boy." She prepared the injection and the vet came in and told me that it was a quick and painless process. Movements or noises might occur. It was very peaceful and I said everything I wanted to say. I have the ashes and was thinking of buying an urn charm, not to wear, but just to keep in a drawer. Or maybe to wear occasionally. And I want to sprinkle the ashes somewhere, but where? I feel like I should be coping better at this point, but he died right around the holidays and I had a ton of schoolwork and wanted to appear okay and not bring others down. Any advice or suggestions are welcome. Angus was my first cat and I loved him so much. I went to a shelter to look at cats last week, but I kept thinking, "I miss Angus." It felt a little childish, but more innocent and pure, I guess.
http://secondchanceforanimals.org/in_memorium.html
http://secondchanceforanimals.org/in_memorium.html
