After a short, but terribly sad vigil, my little cat Sunflower lost her battle with liver failure this morning. She was my best friend and the pain is almost unbearable. And it probably would be unbearable if it hadn’t been for everyone who did everything they could to make our last days together so special. From drives to late night crying jags to expert and tender veterinary care… the effort was truly monumental and the sacrifice was truly selfless.
In the fog of grief, I’m still aware that you’re there beside me. Thank you so much for everything you did for me and my dear little friend. I can’t even begin to express just how much easier you’ve made the past few days. I love you all. —Sunflower’s Mommy
This article appears in Aug 11-17, 2011.
So many sad pet loves lately. 🙁
sorry to hear op, it does get easier with time. i know it’s a worn out platitude but i’m speaking from much experience http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_34…
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My boy had kidney failure two years ago and started wasting. For a week he climbed up on the bed to cuddle with me, right against my chest(which he never did before). I knew he was obviosly sick and not feeling good.
I took him to the Bayers Road vet, who told me he had to be put asleep. The vet was so nice, told me he could see my love for my cat, and tried his best to make me feel better.
I held my Ernie when the doc gave him the hot shot. I felt his weight become slack, and lost my shit when I saw his eyes open but knew he was gone.
We only get them for a little while.
Your Sumflower knew it was loved. We do them a kindness by ending their suffering, but it still hurts so fucking much.
I haven’t thought about him for a long time or cried and grieved him for a long time.
The vet even sent me a condolence care a month later. In the painting a bunch of cats are on a fence looking at the full moon, and there’s a space in the line of cats where the cat they’re missing was.
I hope my Ernie is scratching the fucking shit out of Jesus’ leather couch right now, and getting a scritch in the ear for his troubles.
‘night little kit.
Rooooo