Almost 19 years ago we adopted 2 sweet kittens from the SPCA, almost 2 years I posted one of them that passed away her name was Gracie and yesterday we had to say goodbye to the other kitten Rocky. His health had been declining and we kept putting off that final vet visit because he / we couldn't say goodbye, second wind, third wind and lots of TLC till it became that time we hoped would never come.
We had one day to say our goodbyes, since the vet only had an Appt the next day and his health really seemed to be turning and we didn't want him suffering, I think he knew the time had come and he tried to comfort us that he was ready to leave his aging body of nearly 19 years old with multiple medical issues now in play, so the time came and we took him to the vets office who he has been seeing since he was 3 months old who also gave us extra time to say goodbye and even said goodbye himself and we one last long hug and kiss and he gave me one last nibble on the finger and watched him cross over the Rainbow Bridge.
We knew it was the right thing to do, but as always we asked our-self, should we have waited longer or would that be being selfish... Bringing home an empty cat carrier through the waiting room, into the car and heading home seemed like a nightmare, did that just really happen, did we just say the final goodbye to our boy, but then the reality sets in when you get home and notice someone isn't at the door waiting on your, or in your house meowing out loud for food or needing help to walk to and from the litter box, the spot on your bed is empty as are his cat beds and that's when you know the feeling of emptiness in your house and that your boy crossed over.
I say Goodbye over and over in my head and feel I have lost another part of my heart and soul to a Great Kitten / Cat, Friend, Family Member
Love and Miss you my sweet boy, my you reunite with your sister in the heavens
RIP Roc
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We had one day to say our goodbyes, since the vet only had an Appt the next day and his health really seemed to be turning and we didn't want him suffering, I think he knew the time had come and he tried to comfort us that he was ready to leave his aging body of nearly 19 years old with multiple medical issues now in play, so the time came and we took him to the vets office who he has been seeing since he was 3 months old who also gave us extra time to say goodbye and even said goodbye himself and we one last long hug and kiss and he gave me one last nibble on the finger and watched him cross over the Rainbow Bridge.
We knew it was the right thing to do, but as always we asked our-self, should we have waited longer or would that be being selfish... Bringing home an empty cat carrier through the waiting room, into the car and heading home seemed like a nightmare, did that just really happen, did we just say the final goodbye to our boy, but then the reality sets in when you get home and notice someone isn't at the door waiting on your, or in your house meowing out loud for food or needing help to walk to and from the litter box, the spot on your bed is empty as are his cat beds and that's when you know the feeling of emptiness in your house and that your boy crossed over.
I say Goodbye over and over in my head and feel I have lost another part of my heart and soul to a Great Kitten / Cat, Friend, Family Member
Love and Miss you my sweet boy, my you reunite with your sister in the heavens
RIP Roc
OW