Losing a pet is difficult.
Extremely difficult.
They’re part of your family; your children. They need to be
fed, bathed, brought in for regular checkups, etc. The thought of losing them is heart-rending.
Smokey, our cat, came to us one day as a stray. She was roaming the backyard when Will
arrived home from work. She was such a
friendly cat, not scared or mean at all.
She rubbed up against Will and circled around his feet several times. Even though I told myself I would never own a
cat, the minute I saw her I knew I wanted to keep her.
We wanted to rescue her.
She was malnourished, had patches of missing fur, and cuts scattered
around her entire body. We’ve had her
for about 3 years, but we know we gave her the best 3 years of her life. We gave her lots of love and attention.
We found out today that she has a massive amount of fluid in
her stomach, a few small tumors in her chest that will worsen her respiratory
system, and was beginning to have liver failure. It was nothing we did to cause it; it’s old
age. Even if we caught it in time, the
outcome would still be the same – doctor said the best thing is to euthanize
her. She’s uncomfortable and she wouldn’t
have much time to live.
In just a few hours, Smokey will no longer be with us and as
upsetting as it is, we don’t want to see her suffer anymore. She will be in a better place very soon.
