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On Sat Aug 5 we decided it was time. We had tried all that we could, but Scribbles' tumor was too large and intestinal cancer was taking his life. He went downhill very quickly the last 5 days, and the amazing cat we knew and loved was already gone. He barely ate a few bites, lost weight rapidly, and started sitting in the litter box. We resorted to pain meds to try and make him comfortable as we tried a few last things, but even that had no effect.
As hard as it was, we knew we had to do the right thing and end his pain. Driving to the vet that day felt like an impossible journey. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I sat in a chair and held him on my lap, with my husband there beside me. We told him how much we loved him as we were there with him as he took his last breath. Our vet was so compassionate and cried with us. It was a peaceful passing, and I know it was the right thing. However, the grief and pain is almost unbareable. I haven't cried like that since our last furbaby passed 8 years ago.
The next day we decided to go to our trailer for a couple of nights to get away and camp. We left our 2 remaining cats with ours friends and trusted cat sitters. It was more like a wake as we talked about him and cried off and on.
We came home last night and promised ourselves we wouldn't cry, so we could be strong for the other two. One in particular is obviously sad and missing him terribly. They used to curl up together and groom each other.
Thankfully I am off work until next week, and I'm trying to be strong for them, but there is no hiding the enormous amount of pain. My heart is broken and I feel physically sick. The reminders of him are still everywhere. I feel so lost. I have never felt so much grief. He was my little soulmate.
As hard as it was, we knew we had to do the right thing and end his pain. Driving to the vet that day felt like an impossible journey. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I sat in a chair and held him on my lap, with my husband there beside me. We told him how much we loved him as we were there with him as he took his last breath. Our vet was so compassionate and cried with us. It was a peaceful passing, and I know it was the right thing. However, the grief and pain is almost unbareable. I haven't cried like that since our last furbaby passed 8 years ago.
The next day we decided to go to our trailer for a couple of nights to get away and camp. We left our 2 remaining cats with ours friends and trusted cat sitters. It was more like a wake as we talked about him and cried off and on.
We came home last night and promised ourselves we wouldn't cry, so we could be strong for the other two. One in particular is obviously sad and missing him terribly. They used to curl up together and groom each other.
Thankfully I am off work until next week, and I'm trying to be strong for them, but there is no hiding the enormous amount of pain. My heart is broken and I feel physically sick. The reminders of him are still everywhere. I feel so lost. I have never felt so much grief. He was my little soulmate.