Dave left with her about 15 minutes ago. I’ve been crying for about 45. This. Sucks.
I mean, we did a lot more for her than most people would, spent about 4-500 to save her the week before we bought our house, and treated her diabetes for almost a year, including twice daily shots and food that cost more than 40 bucks a bag. Plus, all the cleaning up after her as of late. I have to remind myself that a lot of people wouldn’t invest that much time and money into an old cat, so we really did do right by her. But to have to say goodbye to a cat that still jumps up and settles into next to you, purring, is so, so hard.
I keep trying to think of pros: We can wear black again! My allergies will improve a thousand percent! I’ll neverhave to lint roll the furniture again! But I’ll also never have FK snuggle up next to me with her heart-shaped spot on her face, or see Ingrid positively explode whenever the cat came near. We aren’t getting another, maybe when Ingrid is older, if she wants a pet, we will, but not now. It just sucks.
That sucks, Gretchen. I’m so sad for you.
gretchen, I am so sorry. I wish it was easier.
Poor Fat Kitty… that is one of the hardest things to have to do. I still get sad about my dog that had epilepsy, and my other dog, the one I have had for 14 years is getting so old I am trying to prepare myself for that inevitablity. But I don’t think anything makes it easier. Big hugs to you.
Oh Gretchen, so sad. Huge hugs. I’ve been there and it’s no fun.
Oh, Gretchen, my condolences. Violet knows that Clyde is one of our cats even though we had to put him down before she was born. I got teary looking at the pics of FK and Ingrid. I know she will treasure those.