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it's not fair
Thomas and Gemma took us to the humane society when we were kitty hunting a year and a half ago. They had a cat. They didn't need a cat -- but Thomas saw Figaro and knew he needed Figaro. Figaro was a gorgeous black beastie of a kitten, destined for a life of greatness.
Thomas is currently in the US on business, and Figaro got sick. He spent the night at the vet, and this morning they determined it was his kidneys. It was serious. Thomas just IMed me. They're putting him to sleep. And he's not there to say good-bye.
I am in my office crying too hard to see what I'm writing, because no one should ever, ever have to leave putting a pet to sleep in the hands of someone else. It's been just over two years since Slinky was put to sleep and I wasn't there with her, and it still kills me. I can't stand watching this happen again, to a friend. And to such a young, beautiful cat.
It's not fair.
It was awful when we put Widget to sleep, but we were there, all of us were there and we loved him and he knew that. He was in the arms of his favorite person in the whole world.
It's just not fair.
Thomas is currently in the US on business, and Figaro got sick. He spent the night at the vet, and this morning they determined it was his kidneys. It was serious. Thomas just IMed me. They're putting him to sleep. And he's not there to say good-bye.
I am in my office crying too hard to see what I'm writing, because no one should ever, ever have to leave putting a pet to sleep in the hands of someone else. It's been just over two years since Slinky was put to sleep and I wasn't there with her, and it still kills me. I can't stand watching this happen again, to a friend. And to such a young, beautiful cat.
It's not fair.
It was awful when we put Widget to sleep, but we were there, all of us were there and we loved him and he knew that. He was in the arms of his favorite person in the whole world.
It's just not fair.
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The cat we had when I was growing up - who had adopted me as his primary monkey; he slept on my bed every night - died of kidney failure three days before I went off to college for the first time.
It was better for him that way. He'd already gone through me being gone for a year as an exchange student, and hated that. This way he didn't have to go through me leaving again. And my mother moving out of the house he'd spent 13 of his 16 years in.
It was right. But it still wasn't fair.
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Unfortunately, it never gets easier, this whole pet-death thing. When I had Dog put down a couple of months ago, I had to leave: too many other cats had died when I was there, and I couldn't take one more pet leaving permanently.
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Our fifth greyhound got a bad diagnosis a few days ago, and we're discussing what treatment to do and how long to wait. So far he seems to be enjoying life more than he's suffering, so it's not time yet....
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