This past saturday we had to put my boyfriend's cat to sleep. He was almost 17 years old. Michael grew up with this cat. It was awful. Sabastian had kidney failure and we had to let him go. I had only known this kitty for 2 and a half years...but I loved him. He was the sweetest thing. He welcomed every one who entered his house. He loved to sit on top of the couch and groom your hair. He also loved rubbing against new shoes. I can't say my grief is any where close to Michael's, but I had never experienced having an animal put to sleep, or die for that matter. We were with him until the end. It was really hard for me to leave him after he was gone. I was so upset I started to hyperventilate. Even though I knew he was gone, for some reason I just wanted to hold his sweet little body. I love all animals very much and it was just terrible. I couldn't help but wonder if he was scared thinking we were killing him. I know he was suffering, but injecting him with something that killed him.... Before it was time to take him to the vet, Michael walked around holding Sabastian. Everytime he put him down, he made this terrible meow that sounded like he was scared and wanted him to hold him. He hadn't eaten or drank anything for a day...and he was really weak. I just can't stop thinking about it and I am bawling even as I type this. I know animals have to leave at some point, but I guess knowing how much Michael loved Sabastian just tears me up inside. I love Michael more than anything, and I guess I feel pain knowing he is in pain and not being able to do anything about it.
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1/25/05 at 6:50pm