This past weekend, we made a decision about our cat Sochi. He's nearly twenty and it's becoming apparent that it's time to let him go...and it's hard. Before I met my husband, he was my most stable (and sane) male relationship---he saw me through two bad breakups, three or four moves and times when I was nearly at the end of my rope. He's been a good friend, and someone I could always count on to be there.
Now, I look at him and his fur is all dulled, and he's not eating often, and I know this is the beginning of a downhill slide that is only going to get worse the longer we prolong it. So it's time, soon, to let him go across the bridge and be healthy and whole. I'm not sure if it's the Rainbow Bridge he'll cross, or go to the green fields of Summerland, but wherever he goes, I know he'll be among friends, the other cats and dogs we have loved and lost. It doesn't make it easier to lose him now, but I know we're doing the best we can for him.
I'll post more on him this weekend.
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About Me
- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
3 comments:
We had to put our family dog down a few months ago. One of the hardest choices we've ever had to deal with.
I'm so sorry your guys are having to deal with this, the loss is always so hard, even when you know it's the best thing for your pet.
You'll all be in my thoughts.
I'll miss the ol' grumpy chicken stealin' dude. Who will ground-pound all the strays who venture too close to his territory?
"Mow-WOOOOOWWWW" to you, Sochi...
Thanks so much to both of you for your comments. :) A good friend of mine gave me the name of her vet and I'm going to call him tomorrow; the vets around us are charging a king's ransom. :(
I'm going to miss his ground-pounding, mow-WOWWWWing, attitude, ninja self too. ;) But I keep thinking that where he's going, he'll be out of pain and able to do the things he hasn't been able to do for a while.
It's gonna hurt though. Boy, is it ever.
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