I recently put down my 15.5 year old cat, Tiger. He was my very first pet at 14 years old that I purchased myself with babysitting money at the time.
15 years feels like forever to me. I don't remember what days were like without him. He was with me through all of high school and college, all the teenage angst, he was my #1 companion when I moved out on my own, he was there through good times and bad, came with me when I moved in with my boyfriend who later became my husband, and then became a playmate for my daughter.
That's a lot of years. A lot of growth and change but most of all a lot of love.
In his final months his health declined with kidney failure and was on IV sub Q fluids every day which I administered to him and then in his final week he was diagnosed with cancer that quickly got the better of him.
I miss him every day. It's so weird not seeing his face after so long together and I still find myself expecting to see his face.
But I am left with many many great memories and knowing he lead a great, comfy, spoiled life.
<3
15 years feels like forever to me. I don't remember what days were like without him. He was with me through all of high school and college, all the teenage angst, he was my #1 companion when I moved out on my own, he was there through good times and bad, came with me when I moved in with my boyfriend who later became my husband, and then became a playmate for my daughter.
That's a lot of years. A lot of growth and change but most of all a lot of love.
In his final months his health declined with kidney failure and was on IV sub Q fluids every day which I administered to him and then in his final week he was diagnosed with cancer that quickly got the better of him.
I miss him every day. It's so weird not seeing his face after so long together and I still find myself expecting to see his face.
But I am left with many many great memories and knowing he lead a great, comfy, spoiled life.
<3