I had to euthanize my cat Pud today. She was 17 and I had her since she was about 5 weeks old. It was a hard decision - she had a variety of medical conditions that were taking her down fairly quickly - and the quality of her life was slipping away. The vet said that many people know when it is time to let them move on. She was a loyal companion for many years of my life, and, until recently, curled up with me most nights when I went to sleep, then went about her cat business. I held her in my arms as the medication took effect and I could feel her let go. She was a scrapper extraordinaire, and I think she would have hung around until her body failed her completely, but I knew it was time for her to move to the Summerlands and be young and strong again.
I will miss her deeply. She was a comfort to me through many difficult parts of my life - trying to raise 3 special needs children, a dissolving marriage, divorce, and a lot of other difficult times. I need to remind myself that everything we have in life is merely on loan to us, nothing belongs to us. That makes me all the more grateful for her companionship and love. See you on the other side, Pud.
Formerly known as A.O. MacLyr