Sunday evening I had to let my sweet cat, Arwen go. She had been fading over the last week or so. Sunday morning she seemed to rally for a bit. We had to run to the store and left her dozing in a sunbeam. By the time we got back she had cratered. I put her on a blanket and petting and brushed her while we tried to decide take her to an ER or just let her stay home. Finally we went to the ER. She didn’t respond to treatment and we had to let her sleep.
I am really taking her death much harder than other pets in my past. partly I think because this this she was an only and now there is no fur baby to greet us. Partly because she is the sweetest cat I ever had, gentle and loving and always wanting to be near us.
the hardest part is the daily morning/evening routines. Is it weird that I sort of go through those now? To the point of pretending to brush a “ghost” before bed Or petting her favorite blanket?
I am really taking her death much harder than other pets in my past. partly I think because this this she was an only and now there is no fur baby to greet us. Partly because she is the sweetest cat I ever had, gentle and loving and always wanting to be near us.
the hardest part is the daily morning/evening routines. Is it weird that I sort of go through those now? To the point of pretending to brush a “ghost” before bed Or petting her favorite blanket?