We just finished burrying my cat, Missy. My Mom and I took her to the vet because she was having a stroke, and the vet basically said that if we kept her alive, all she would do is hurt herself trying to get up and walk (which she couldn't do because she had lost almost total control of her hind legs). Mom had already decided that if her "quality of life" was going to be compromised, that she would go ahead and have Missy put down, which is what happened.
The vet seemed a little callused for my taste, hurrying us out the door because a line was building up behind us. I swore that I still felt her heart beating when we were in the car...Mom didn't think so, but I swear that it was still there. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, tho? When we left the vet's office, it had begun to sleet...it was gloomy, cold and icy, which is sort-of how my heart felt at that moment. The feeling has since lightened up, and so has the actual weather, but it felt like God was there with me and that he was sharing in my misery, which (even tho it's kinda a depressing feeling to share with someone) is kinda cool when you think about it.
Either way, she's burried in our back yard under the apple tree, with her head facing East so that, as Don (Mom's friend and the one who dug the hole) put it, "she is greeted by God every morning." We have a little grave marker for her, which is just a piece of broken cement from our back yard, but I plan on decorating it this spring when it warms up and dries up so that it is fitting for my little Missy's grave. God, I'm gonna miss her so much!!!
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:( Missy :(
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