If you have kept up with my blog, you may remember when I took my cat Boston to the vet several weeks ago. She had been diagnosed with renal failure. She has been getting worse over the past several weeks. Her arthritis prohibited her from getting up and down the steps, or even getting into the litter box - of course it didn't stop her from sleeping on her "perch" on top of the couch. I suppose she saved her energy to get up and down from there several times a day - most time it wasn't graceful.
She recently began drinking lots more and eating less. Her cries of pain were becoming more regular. Although she has always remained in good spirits. Yesterday afternoon I made the dreaded call to the vet. Deciding the fate of my old girl. Part of me feels guilty, the other feels at peace. Renal failure doesn't cause them to become lathargic or "out of it". She remained the same loyal friend that I have loved and counted on. I couldn't let her suffer and watch the pain get worse. I hope I didn't act too soon. I miss her so much - and the tears haven't stopped.
So how do you say good-bye to someone that has been with you through every up and down in your life for the past 20 years? She came to me 3 weeks old, helpless and dying. I poured my heart into taking care of her. She was a fighter and returned the favor by sticking by me through all of the ups and downs in my life. I know what your thinking, she's only a cat... but she was the one constant in my life that I could always depend on, just like a loyal dog... I don't think she realized she was a cat. She even licked the tears off my face while we were waiting for the doctor yesterday. I hated saying good-bye...
I can't find manydigital pictures of her... she wasn't photogenic and hated the camera. Here is what I could find.
This one was when Lindsay was a few months old. She loved the kids and didn't mind getting her tail tugged and her fur pulled.
I tried to fix the typos, but I can't see through the flood of tears. My post today was like writing in a journal, or a eulogy. I could honestly sit here and type all day about her, the kids, my life, and how she always made everything alright. This post is more of a means for me to help cope with my loss. If you've stuck around to read, thank you dearly for listening.
I love you Boston! I'm sorry, and I MISS YOU!