On May 16th, 2008, my wife and I had to make the terrible decision to have our beloved cat April put to rest. She was one of a kind, a special and precious baby to us. We watched as she lay on an exam table with her favorite towel wrapped around her as the vet shaved her
leg and inserted the needle. I was rubbing her head and speaking to her telling her how much she was loved and would be missed. She sighed a bit and was gone, and with her went one the best thing that had ever come into our lives, and now our baby was gone.

I kissed her and lifted her tenderly and carried her to the car of a friend of ours and we took her to a pet cemetery where she would be cremated and buried next to our beloved Yorkie, Bekki.

As the days have now progressed into weeks and soon a month, we find that we miss her moreeach passing day. The pain of her loss has not diminished and it is worse for my wife since she is home alone when I go to work. We catch ourselves wondering if we made the wrong choice
in having her put to rest, but April was a 15 lb. cat for years and this past winter began losing weight. At the end, she had lost well over half of her body weight. We do not plan to have any
more pets mainly because we are not so young anymore, and we have read the stories of older people placed in nursing facilities while their beloved pets go to a shelter or worse. We love animals so much that we could not bear to think that this could happen, so we will go on alone.