Even the Earth is Weeping
It is a gray and gloomy day outside already, with fog hovering around and a mist soaking the ground. But that's nothing compared to what's going on inside.
Today I will take my 19-year-old baby, Fuzzy Stone, and put him to rest. Just a few days ago he was hopping up on my bed for a cuddle and now he's hiding underneath looking like a poor sad sack. I took him to the vet because he wasn't eating his prescription food and when I tried to feed him regular food, he couldn't keep it down. When the results of his blood test came back, the vet told me that his kidney failure was severe and that I had to consider his quality of life. Her words were, "I wouldn't talk you out of euthanasia."
It is so difficult to make the right decision for our pets. They need us to be strong when we are truly at our weakest. Fuzzy has gone downhill quickly in the last two days. This morning he let me lift him up onto the bed and he sat here looking at me so sadly, almost as if to say, "It's time to let me go, Mommy."
Last year I had to say goodbye to Busto Jones. Fuzzy was my comfort and my love in the grief I experienced then. But there is no one left to comfort me over this loss. I thought of getting a second cat when Busto went, but I knew it would upset the Fuzz, since he is very shy. So when I say goodbye to him, I will be alone. I will need some time to grieve before filling the house with little guys again. My two "best boys" have filled my life with joy for the past 21 years and losing them makes a hole in my heart that will be impossible to fill.
Rest in peace, Fuzzy Stone - 1987 - 2006
Today I will take my 19-year-old baby, Fuzzy Stone, and put him to rest. Just a few days ago he was hopping up on my bed for a cuddle and now he's hiding underneath looking like a poor sad sack. I took him to the vet because he wasn't eating his prescription food and when I tried to feed him regular food, he couldn't keep it down. When the results of his blood test came back, the vet told me that his kidney failure was severe and that I had to consider his quality of life. Her words were, "I wouldn't talk you out of euthanasia."
It is so difficult to make the right decision for our pets. They need us to be strong when we are truly at our weakest. Fuzzy has gone downhill quickly in the last two days. This morning he let me lift him up onto the bed and he sat here looking at me so sadly, almost as if to say, "It's time to let me go, Mommy."
Last year I had to say goodbye to Busto Jones. Fuzzy was my comfort and my love in the grief I experienced then. But there is no one left to comfort me over this loss. I thought of getting a second cat when Busto went, but I knew it would upset the Fuzz, since he is very shy. So when I say goodbye to him, I will be alone. I will need some time to grieve before filling the house with little guys again. My two "best boys" have filled my life with joy for the past 21 years and losing them makes a hole in my heart that will be impossible to fill.
Rest in peace, Fuzzy Stone - 1987 - 2006