Warning, this is going to be a more down post than most.
My cat is dying. He’s gone blind and he’s also having trouble getting around the house. …I wouldn’t usually be so certain that he’s passing, but he’s somewhere between 15-16 and all the signs of his body getting ready to shut down are pretty obvious.
What I do know for sure is that he’s had a great life. He was always the best mouser we’ve ever had and he even enjoyed picking fights with dogs, while he was happily on top of the car and out of reach. He also loved to chase puppies out of his yard and back into their own.
And he helped me so very much when I was in a terrible depression. I think that if Dr Kitty hadn’t prescribed so much purr therapy, I wouldn’t have ever made it through some of those long nights. He chose to place himself into my lap and even lean against me while he was purring as hard as he could.
It feels terrible that he helped save my life and that I may end up having to help him lose his. Where I know that this will be the best thing for him, at this time, it just makes me upset.
It’s just my turn in a hard lesson that all pet owners go through; that they never could live long enough. I’d also be a liar if I got another chance with him and said I’d not love him anyway.