It's been a while since I posted here but I thought I should probably say something about my cat. On Monday, Alec and I made the painful decision to euthanize our cat, Gato (or The Cat or Gatovius). She was in kidney failure and despite my best efforts to treat what we thought was hyperthyroidism, she simply continued to lose weight and eventually stopped eating and drinking completely.
This is the first time I have lost a pet as an "adult" . That is to say, I, rather than a parent, made the decision. I know it was the right decision, but the pain I feel in my heart is terrible. They say 14 years is a long time but somehow those words do not ease the overwhelming sadness. I came home today from work and I just couldn't believe she was not at the top of the stairs waiting.
The hardest part yet was tossing all the things that belonged to her. The bowls, the toy mice, the sandbox. I kept a mousie.
I miss her.