My beloved cat, one of my very best friends in the world, needed my help yesterday. She lay breathing heavily, mewling pitifully when she could manage it. She has been living with some tumors in her stomach for quite some time, not bothering her until these last few months. I knew she was ready to go, but saw her clinging to life…I swear it was for me. My beloved old cat, my purrbag went quietly, the vet helping her go to the bridge.
I sat there, heaving with sobs that I was unable to control. The vet came back, worried that I might need her help. I could only shake my head in misery as I held her now limp body, the constant purr quieted for the first time in years.
My agony has no words, no expression. The wave of grief rises and falls on me like an angry ocean. I hear Pooh calling for her and my heart breaks more. Pooh has never been without her companion, her nine years spent cuddled with Megan everyday. She doesn’t understand that her friend has gone and won’t be coming home again. The bed that once held the pair seems so big and empty with Megan gone.
My heart has lost a big chunk, my world a little quieter and so much sadder.
Mommy loves you old girl and I will see you again. Someday I will meet you at the bridge and we can be together again. Until then, check in on me from time to time, I will always need you. I’m here and still loving you, I always will. Tell the others how I miss them.
Sleep easy Megan and know that my final gift to you was one of love, the love returned that you gave so freely all these years.
I love you.
Mom
It’s always something. always. Life with rats just wouldn’t be as much fun without an issue of some kind LOL. My old man is playing host to a couple of lumps now and I’m torn. I could leave them and just wait and watch (not my style really) or have them removed (looking like something I would do!). Problem with removal? Fergie is getting older, almost 21 months and he has never had the best respitory system. I am more afraid of having him put under than I am of the lumps at this point. They are both small and seem to be gowing extremely slowly. I know they dont bother him, it’s my issues that are causing angst here.
So I sit and wait, for now. I hope they dont grow larger, pray they are little more than bothersome cysts on an old man. I am still a bit leary of lumps. I know my beloved furries are prone to this sort of thing and it’s something I have resigned myself to dealing with.
Just once in a while I want lumps to mean nothing more to me than “how many lumps of sugar for your tea?” LOL