Good bye, Star
We put one of my cats down this morning. He was fifteen years old and had lost the used of his back legs. I spent most of yesterday with him, crying and petting him. He spent it meowing in pain and trying to find a dark place to hide. I wasn't awake when my mom drove him down the driveway to my neighbor to have him put down, and I'm kind of grateful for that but at the same time a small part of me wishes I could have said good bye one more time.
This is the first pet I've ever lost and the first thing that's ever been this close to me that has died. I cried hard and a long time. Maybe it'll get easier for the remaining four, maybe it'll get worse. All I know is I'll be glad not to be home when it happens. Watching him die slowly was far more painful than to just wake up one morning to find him gone.
This is the first pet I've ever lost and the first thing that's ever been this close to me that has died. I cried hard and a long time. Maybe it'll get easier for the remaining four, maybe it'll get worse. All I know is I'll be glad not to be home when it happens. Watching him die slowly was far more painful than to just wake up one morning to find him gone.