I am sitting here crying over the death of a cat I knew for only five days. It’s weird, I recently suffered a loss in my personal life and couldn’t cry over that, but I can cry over this cat.
Five days ago, a stray black and white cat walked into my life. He was just fur and bones, but I knew I could fatten him up. He was so lovable and I couldn't wait to start spoiling him.
We took him to the vet where everyone oooh’ed and ahhh’d over him and called him a handsome cat. I knew they were just being nice but it made me feel good anyway.
The vet said he was an old cat and had some health problems. The plan was to get him strong again, then just pamper him for the final years of his life.
He did okay the first few days, but it was clear he was suffering last night. Early this morning, we took him to the emergency clinic.
The vet was very nice and said all of the right things to make us feel good about our decision to end the handsome old cat’s suffering.
But it still hurts.