I want off this goddamn ride.

[solerika]

Salem's been a little unsteady on his feet for a while now. Not surprising for a fourteen-year-old kitty. Not long after we arrived last week, his ability to walk began to decline. Yesterday he didn't have much to eat and he kept slipping on the wooden floors, and then last night dad noticed his eyes were funny. By midnight he could hardly stand on his own and it was clear he was dying, so we took turns staying up with him throughout the night. I've never had to be the one to make the decision to have one of our animals put down. Plus, Salem was my baby-- my special kitty. I didn't want to be the one responsible for ending his life, even if he had gotten to be so weak that he couldn't stand. It would've made me feel like a murderer.

Maybe he knew that. Not forty minutes before the appointment, after almost fourteen wonderful years with us, Salem passed away.



I love you, Salem.