Many years ago I drove to farm and came home with two cats. I named one and my girlfriend at the time named the other. Well… you can name a pet – but the pet decides who it bonds to. And I was lucky enough to have the small but very loud Remi bond to me. The cat I didn’t name. When I broke up with aforementioned girlfriend, remicat came with me. By this time she was my little buddy. She was always around wanting my love and attention. A demand I obliged again and again.
There was something special about that cat. She always knew when I was down and would make a point to get on my lap and meow at me until I was more focused on her than my troubles. She was sociable, kind, friendly. She loved me. She loved bdot. She was one of the few things I can say that has ever loved me unconditionally.
But over the years her health declined. I’ve been giving her four pills a day for years. More recently needles. Maybe they helped. Maybe they didn’t. Ultimately time takes everyone and everything.
The past few weeks were especially hard. You could her struggle to get up stairs. She became so feeble. Sometimes she was confused. Not herself.
It is never a decision anyone who has ever loved a pet wants to make… but we felt it was time.
Today we said goodbye.
Today my heart is broken.
I will miss you my little companion. I’m better for having known you.
It was a gray miserable day. It rained on the way home from the Vet.