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This Friday, we are putting my handsome boy Gordon down. To say I am not handling it well, is an understatement. I have been a sobbing mess, for two days now, with more to follow. I even hold onto the totally kooky belief, that if I talk in my head to him, he will be able to hear me. I even told him to come back as another cat, because I would find him, and bring him home again.
Gordon came into our lives by accident, almost 8 years ago. My oldest son and I went to the shelter in April, and saw him then, and thought nothing of it. We went back in June, and he was still there. I decided right then and there, that it was fate and he was meant to be ours. He was still there, because he was a senior cat, at the estimated age of 9. He was a perfect fit, because our other cat Bob, was also 9.
I'm just crushed because I feel like I failed him so bad, because my attention was on Bob's health, that I was totally oblivious to Gordon's rapid health decline. I see him all day, every day, and it just didnt click.
The one consolation that I have, is that he did get to spend his golden, senior years with a family that loved him, and all of his old man-ness (he is one cranky, old coot for sure). It's just really hard to deal with taking my "quality of life is more important that quantity of life" belief, and putting it into practice.
Yeah, I'm new here btw, and a mama to not one but two, cats that one will be 17 in Feb., and one that would have been 17 in June.
Gordon came into our lives by accident, almost 8 years ago. My oldest son and I went to the shelter in April, and saw him then, and thought nothing of it. We went back in June, and he was still there. I decided right then and there, that it was fate and he was meant to be ours. He was still there, because he was a senior cat, at the estimated age of 9. He was a perfect fit, because our other cat Bob, was also 9.
I'm just crushed because I feel like I failed him so bad, because my attention was on Bob's health, that I was totally oblivious to Gordon's rapid health decline. I see him all day, every day, and it just didnt click.
The one consolation that I have, is that he did get to spend his golden, senior years with a family that loved him, and all of his old man-ness (he is one cranky, old coot for sure). It's just really hard to deal with taking my "quality of life is more important that quantity of life" belief, and putting it into practice.
Yeah, I'm new here btw, and a mama to not one but two, cats that one will be 17 in Feb., and one that would have been 17 in June.