I have lost cats before, however growing up all our cats were "working cats," Pixie was my first live-in cat friend, she was a stray kitten that we rescued and filled my life with fuzzy love for 14 years. She passed away do to complications with low-blood sugar (she was diabetic), and had kidney failure and other complications. She could have been kept alive but she would have to have both a feeding tube and oxygen. My husband and I didn't feel that was any way for a cat to live, so we let her go the day after Thanksgiving. My husband decided he wanted to get another cat right away, since our older cat couldn't stand being left alone during the day without his pal to pick on. I suppose my husband felt the house was too empty as well... which it did. So we got two kittens who have really brightened up our home a bit, however I am missing my old cat horribly. A friend stopped by the shop today and made me a scrapbook of pictures she had taken of both Miles and Pixie over the past few years, it was an awesome gift, unfortunately its making my poor heart feel raw with pain. I keep telling myself its good to mourn with love and memory as a guide. And that little bit of guilt starts to creep in again wondering if I did the right thing, which I know we did no cat should live like that, but the twang of guilt is still there. I hope my sweet Pixie-cat comes back into this world as she wishes to be (yeah I believe in reincarnation, the idea of a heaven doesn't sing to me personally).
We miss you Pixie!
We miss you Pixie!