I had a bit of a "meltdown" last night...for those of you who didn't read my posts on Sasha's health, he's in stage 2 CRF.
He's reached the venerable age of 18, and I do take a bit of pride in the fact that I adopted him as a sickly kitten (with fleas and tapeworm) and that he lived a long life under my care.
And I am determined to do what's best for him; and I've found some local ressources that can take care of him when I'm out of town...
But when I got home from work last night, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Bawling loudly freaks him out, so I just laid down next to him in bed, stroking his head and speaking softly as the tears poured out of my eyes...
Saying that I don't want to lose him, but that I don't want him to suffer either; that he's my little buddy and I love him dearly...and that I hope he understands just how much.
Then there I was, talking in a sobbing voice, petting his head, telling him how sorry I was for all of those times I yelled at him or lost my temper...I kissed his little head and regained a bit of composure.
I told him that I promised to do my best to give him a good quality of life. Much later, when I went to bed myself; Sasha snuggled up with me on my left side...and proceeded to lick my wrist.
The rational ones reading this will say I'm humanizing him (and they'd be right) but to me it felt like in his own way, Sasha was telling me that he did love me, and that he did forgive his "silly human care giver" for his yelling.
I'm not ready to write Sasha off yet...can't turn the clock back on his kidneys and that's a shame; but I take some comfort in knowing that his condition can be managed.
He's reached the venerable age of 18, and I do take a bit of pride in the fact that I adopted him as a sickly kitten (with fleas and tapeworm) and that he lived a long life under my care.
And I am determined to do what's best for him; and I've found some local ressources that can take care of him when I'm out of town...
But when I got home from work last night, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Bawling loudly freaks him out, so I just laid down next to him in bed, stroking his head and speaking softly as the tears poured out of my eyes...
Saying that I don't want to lose him, but that I don't want him to suffer either; that he's my little buddy and I love him dearly...and that I hope he understands just how much.
Then there I was, talking in a sobbing voice, petting his head, telling him how sorry I was for all of those times I yelled at him or lost my temper...I kissed his little head and regained a bit of composure.
I told him that I promised to do my best to give him a good quality of life. Much later, when I went to bed myself; Sasha snuggled up with me on my left side...and proceeded to lick my wrist.
The rational ones reading this will say I'm humanizing him (and they'd be right) but to me it felt like in his own way, Sasha was telling me that he did love me, and that he did forgive his "silly human care giver" for his yelling.
I'm not ready to write Sasha off yet...can't turn the clock back on his kidneys and that's a shame; but I take some comfort in knowing that his condition can be managed.