Petite, aka Petite Bonne Chance, had used up her "little good luck," and now, she has joined Puff.
During the night, she got hit by a car, & somehow got to the sidewalk where Mom found her. We took her to the vet at 9:15, and found that she had, indeed, had a broken back and a crushed pelvis. The vet, as his thing, had said something about that she could be fine, or she may need to be put down within 6 weeks. Knowing Petite, whose motto had to have been "Live free or die," I had just one choice. She was an outside cat. She would have just HATED being an inside cat, regardless of a pain. As she was my cat, I made the hard, but right decision and have her put down.
I told her that I loved her and 'goodbye, sweetheart.' I said I wanted the collar. Mom refused me Puff's, but I wasn't going to be refused Petite's. I just hope that the vet, who had her cremated, lifted her ashes to the wind.
Petite, a month ago.
Petite just this morning in the playpen.
In one crying tightened voice, they told the beloved companion, "Goodbye, sweetheart."
posted at 10:37