Back to reality...
Hey all. I know it's been quite a while since I posted here, a few reasons that I keep to myself. However, I'm choosing to re-open the lines of communication now because I feel I need to.
I had to make the heartbreaking decision this past week to have my dear little kitty Beans put to sleep. He was just getting so old.. his bowels had pretty much given up as he was going to the toilet wherever he could, he couldn't groom himself properly, he was deaf and i'm sure partially blind. He would've been 18 in September so he had a good life.
I was with him the entire time that the procedure was done. It was so quick. I sat with him for about 20 minutes afterwards, bawling like a baby. A friend of mine put me in touch with a company that cremates your pet so I decided to have it done... so he's coming back to me in a little urn with his name, age and birthdate on it.
The house feels so incredibly strange without him. He was my alarm clock.. he'd wake me up mewing to be fed. He was the first thing I'd check on in the morning. I'd pick him up to warm his old bones. With him not here, it just feels empty and cold.
I'm struggling... really struggling with this. It's only been a few days and I know things will get better with time, and I know he's still with me. I just feel so lost and alone.
Rest in peace little fella... mummy misses you.
I had to make the heartbreaking decision this past week to have my dear little kitty Beans put to sleep. He was just getting so old.. his bowels had pretty much given up as he was going to the toilet wherever he could, he couldn't groom himself properly, he was deaf and i'm sure partially blind. He would've been 18 in September so he had a good life.
I was with him the entire time that the procedure was done. It was so quick. I sat with him for about 20 minutes afterwards, bawling like a baby. A friend of mine put me in touch with a company that cremates your pet so I decided to have it done... so he's coming back to me in a little urn with his name, age and birthdate on it.
The house feels so incredibly strange without him. He was my alarm clock.. he'd wake me up mewing to be fed. He was the first thing I'd check on in the morning. I'd pick him up to warm his old bones. With him not here, it just feels empty and cold.
I'm struggling... really struggling with this. It's only been a few days and I know things will get better with time, and I know he's still with me. I just feel so lost and alone.
Rest in peace little fella... mummy misses you.