An hour ago, I did one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. James and I held my cat, Jake, while our vet stopped him wasting away and sent him on to where I know Wills was waiting for him
When Wills passed on last year, I wasn’t there, and I took comfort in the idea that he had just passed in his sleep, his heart just slowing and stopping as he slept there at the vet’s office. Jake missed him, and looked for him for weeks after he was gone, and then he settled into being an only cat, for just about a year. Then he fell victim to the same renal failure that had called his litter mate away.
If you read this blog, you know that it was at a time when I didn’t think I could take anything more, and with the treatments I gave him and the medicine, he rallied for just about a month ~ long enough to stay with me through my husband’s surgery, long enough to see him strong enough again. Then this week, he stopped eating and drinking again, and I knew we’d have to let him go this time.
I know it’s the best thing. I know that it was better than letting him waste away and die an ounce at a time. I know it was the responsible thing to do. But it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, and I don’t think I could ever do it again.
Goodbye, Jake. Godspeed. I love you ~
HI Sweetie” So sorry to hear about Jake , I know it was the right thing to do. We have done the same thing. At least with a pet you can relieve their suffering. I know he and Wills are in a good place and together again..
I’m not such an animal-person and have nothing much to say about Jake – except goodbye and enjoy your endless tenth life along with Wills – but I’m a person-person and I’m very sorry to see you in such grief. You want to turn yourself into a tight little ball enduring the pain and knowing it will pass and one day, you’ll be able to unfurl. Keeping one hand out to hold Jim’s hand as I know he’s grieving too. In the meantime, hugs and hugs again.