Shortly after I started dating Spoon, a cat got left at her mother's house. He was a tuxedo, and fairly friendly. He'd already been "broken" and declawed. We had no idea why he was abandoned. But he latched on to Spoon like velcro, and we called him Squee.
That was 12 + years ago. Everywhere we've gone, Squee has been with us: mothering the other cats, pestering Spoon, and just generally being one of the better cats we've had.
Today, due to complications in removing fibrous cists a couple months back, we had to have this animal, Spoon's companion for almost as long as I've been around, put to sleep. While she was at work, I held her boy as he died.
Going to be a bit before there are any more happy thoughts. Will be postihng pictures sometime in the next day or two...
4 comments:
I'm sorry to hear of your loss, Strings...
Sorry to hear it.
That has got to be the one HUGE down side to pets, you love them so much but you know you will outlive them. . . .
Remember the good times and hang in there. . . .
This helped me when we had to put down our dog of 14 years due to health issues:
http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm
I'm glad you stayed with Squee till it was done. It's a hard thing to do. He'll be waiting for you in the Summerlands at the Rainbow Bridge.
My sympathies to you and Spoon.
I'm so sorry ... it's always so difficult to let them go, even when it's for the best. I'm glad you were with Squee at the end.
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