My darling Writer’s Cat developed bone cancer in her jaw and the prognosis was not going to be good. She’d gone in for a dental cleaning because she’d been having problems with a tooth when the vet discovered the cancer. I made the decision to let her go rather than drag her through a fight she was never going to win.
We were there when she passed. She left us getting scritches and belly rubs.
As we all should.
I will miss her oozing onto my laptop and honestly, I probably can’t have long discussions about losing her because it is a devasting loss for me. She’s been my companion for years and while taken way too young, entered my life with a grumpy purr and a deep affection for my company.
I am happy for the years I had with her and more importantly being able to share her with you. I loved her deeply and I know she loved in in return. I never had a moment’s doubt about that.
She was the best of cats and I’m sure I will see her again.
I have to. It is the very nature of cats to stand in the middle of a door you’re holding open while they decide if the want in or out.