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When the moment comes...
Thank you. I needed to read that.yesterday at 2:35 pm, my 18 month old kitten Gordon died in my arms. He had the wet form of FIP. Three weeks ago, he was the healthiest and most rambunctious kitten you had ever seen. I had to make the decision, and it was so difficult, but at the end, I knew there was no other decision to be made. I was blessed to have a wonderful vet that that helped me through the decision. Gordon died in my arms as I caressed him and looked into his eyes and told him we love him. He went so peacefully, but as he took his last breath, my heart shattered, as the miracle I had prayed for would never happen.
I returned home to my other two cats, knowing I did the right thing, and that my entire family supported me. He had been in the animal hospital for exactly one week, and I visited him almost every day. When I was not able to go, another family member or friend went. When I visited Thursday night, I looked at Gordon, and i knew the time had come to send him on.
I know others of you have been through this, and I know that it will get easier, and I know I did the right thing. But is this moment, it still hurts. Even if I had known when we adopted him that this would happen so soon, it would not have stopped me. That short time that we had him was worth every penny we paid this past week and every heartache we are suffering now.
I know it will get better, but at this moment, it is hard to imagine life without Gordon.
Thank you. I needed to read that.yesterday at 2:35 pm, my 18 month old kitten Gordon died in my arms. He had the wet form of FIP. Three weeks ago, he was the healthiest and most rambunctious kitten you had ever seen. I had to make the decision, and it was so difficult, but at the end, I knew there was no other decision to be made. I was blessed to have a wonderful vet that that helped me through the decision. Gordon died in my arms as I caressed him and looked into his eyes and told him we love him. He went so peacefully, but as he took his last breath, my heart shattered, as the miracle I had prayed for would never happen.
I returned home to my other two cats, knowing I did the right thing, and that my entire family supported me. He had been in the animal hospital for exactly one week, and I visited him almost every day. When I was not able to go, another family member or friend went. When I visited Thursday night, I looked at Gordon, and i knew the time had come to send him on.
I know others of you have been through this, and I know that it will get easier, and I know I did the right thing. But is this moment, it still hurts. Even if I had known when we adopted him that this would happen so soon, it would not have stopped me. That short time that we had him was worth every penny we paid this past week and every heartache we are suffering now.
I know it will get better, but at this moment, it is hard to imagine life without Gordon.
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