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Spike died sometime during the day Friday. When I got home from work, I knew he would be gone. I was right. I will never forget that feeling when I approached the driveway, knowing what I would find inside. He died what looks like a comfortable death sometime that morning. He was laying outstetched in his favorite spot. I am extremely grateful that I did not have to euthanize him, he went on his own terms, without apparent pain, he just faded out. Friday morning, he was very, very weak, and really could not walk, but he got into my bedroom and was laying next to the bed when I woke up. He purred and stretched out his feet when I scritched him and kissed him on the forehead. I put him on a comfortable blanket and gave him some water and told him I loved him.
When I found him, I was devastated. It was much, much harder than I thought it would be, and I put him in my lap and cried harder than I have ever cried in my life. It almost felt good to get it all out. It did not seem real to me, and I still can't believe it. I sat there on the bathroom floor with a stiff cat in my lap and cried for hours. Hope the neighbors didn't hear me!
The next day, Saturday, was 70 degrees and gorgeous, and the birds were singing and the fish were jumping in the river--it was the kind of day he loved. I tugged on his cold little ears and said goodbye to him. I buried him in the yard overlooking the river that he loved so much. I cried all day, of course, so when it came time to go out on a date Sat night, I was a VISION.
My friends are amazing, I have had lots of hugs and phone calls, and they kept me occupied all weekend. My
S.O.? (not sure what to call him yet!) was especially wonderful. He gave me lots of hugs and cooked me dinner (and made me eat it, cause I didn't want to do anything but cry).
Going home to a petless house SUCKS, it is not something I will ever get used to. It is just NOT natural not having to vacuum the lampshades every week. Know what I mean? So I will get myself another cat or two, and maybe a dog, when the time is right.
Meanwhile, I am still reeling from the loss of my incredible boy. I still see him out of the corner of my eye, and know he is still hanging around. I hope he always does.
When I found him, I was devastated. It was much, much harder than I thought it would be, and I put him in my lap and cried harder than I have ever cried in my life. It almost felt good to get it all out. It did not seem real to me, and I still can't believe it. I sat there on the bathroom floor with a stiff cat in my lap and cried for hours. Hope the neighbors didn't hear me!
The next day, Saturday, was 70 degrees and gorgeous, and the birds were singing and the fish were jumping in the river--it was the kind of day he loved. I tugged on his cold little ears and said goodbye to him. I buried him in the yard overlooking the river that he loved so much. I cried all day, of course, so when it came time to go out on a date Sat night, I was a VISION.
My friends are amazing, I have had lots of hugs and phone calls, and they kept me occupied all weekend. My
Going home to a petless house SUCKS, it is not something I will ever get used to. It is just NOT natural not having to vacuum the lampshades every week. Know what I mean? So I will get myself another cat or two, and maybe a dog, when the time is right.
Meanwhile, I am still reeling from the loss of my incredible boy. I still see him out of the corner of my eye, and know he is still hanging around. I hope he always does.
