by sa5a yyyaaabbb
Dear Everyone,
Tomorrow is going to be the hardest day ever, I found my kitty whiskers 11 years ago in a pet store window, he was the only cat there. He is orange and white, a tabby. I fell in love with him instantly, and for 11 years our bond has been very tight, he follows me everywhere, and we love each other very much. For the past few months we knew something was wrong with him but I was in denial that it was anything serious, he has been in perfect health for almost 11 years, never a problem, then all of a sudden a few months ago he lost a ton of weight, and his eyes were sunken in and he looked like someone I did not recognize. I wanted to believe that whatever was wrong money could fix him up and a vet trip of course. Well my husband lost his job and there was no money for some time, until today. Today we took whiskers to the vet, he said the news will not be good no matter what, after his urine test, he knew whiskers was very ill, his blood pressure way down, no body heat left, and his kidneys had failed, there is nothing more that can be done. After we found out I had to go outside and cry, I felt like I was about to lose my baby and there was nothing that I could do, I couldn't fix him. My husband and vet said he would surely suffer in a few weeks or a few months and it would be awful, but he respected me when I said no way to the latter, so he wouldn't suffer. My husband and I talked about it and I said I couldn't decide, I wouldn't want to feel responsible for my kitty's fate, for him to decide, and I nodded my head, so tomorrow in the afternoon sometime my husband will take him in to the vet for the last time. A part of me wants to have nothing to do with it, to sit at home and cry, another part now is saying I must be there for whiskers, he needs me, he needs to know I care and I can be strong for him, and I love him, cause I do with all my heart. So I don't want any regrets, I will probably wrap him in a blanket and keep him warm and drive there with my husband and son, it is the least I can do, I have to find the strength. I love him so much and it tears me inside to think the one time he gets sick it has to be terminal. I know I did nothing wrong and I know I gave him a great life, but I am still sad and upset, and I will miss him forever, he is my baby, my boy, my son, my first kitty. I love you Whiskers!!! I will never forget you.
Love Mommy