Hello all,
Well on Saturday I had to let my 10 year old black cat Nathan go. He was diagnosed with cancer the previous Monday and went straight down hill from there. My husband likes to think it is because he knew that we finally knew and he could stop hiding his illness.
Nathan was my #1 (don't tell the others). I got him my sophmore year in college when I had my first apartment. He would come for car rides with me to campus and loved it. He loved to terrorize my roommates by knocking things off the counter and then meow at them as if to dare them to tell on him. Of course when they did tell me I never believed them- Nathan was the most angelic kitty ever
. As he got older his favorite this was to come and tap my head as I slept. Or help me wake up in the morning. When ever I would turn on the shower he would come skidding into the bathroom and sit on the toilet while I showered. When I got out he would reach out to me and pull my wet hand over to pet him. He never once ever used his claws on people- even when batting and swatting at your hand.
I miss him so much- but I know letting him go before it got really bad for him was the right thing to do. He was not eating and hiding and barely had the strength to walk. The cancer was so aggresive and diffused through out his abdomen that the vet said he probably would even respond to treatment. Part of me feels like I failed him- and the other part of me knows a did everything I could and gave him the best life a cat could ask for.
So Nathan left behind his brother Skye. Skye seems to be doing well. Only a little bit of searching for Nathan and the occational crying through out the house. He is actually acting more playful (he has spent the last few weeks by Nathan's side watching out for him). I plan to get him a new friend. My husband is making me feel guilty about thinking about this so soon after losing Nathan. Nathan loved kittens (he used to carry my best friend's kitten around in his mouth like he was it's mommy).
I know we only lost Nathan this week, but I would like to give a needy kitten a home. Please help me feel not so guilty about wanting to do it so soon.
Well on Saturday I had to let my 10 year old black cat Nathan go. He was diagnosed with cancer the previous Monday and went straight down hill from there. My husband likes to think it is because he knew that we finally knew and he could stop hiding his illness.
Nathan was my #1 (don't tell the others). I got him my sophmore year in college when I had my first apartment. He would come for car rides with me to campus and loved it. He loved to terrorize my roommates by knocking things off the counter and then meow at them as if to dare them to tell on him. Of course when they did tell me I never believed them- Nathan was the most angelic kitty ever
I miss him so much- but I know letting him go before it got really bad for him was the right thing to do. He was not eating and hiding and barely had the strength to walk. The cancer was so aggresive and diffused through out his abdomen that the vet said he probably would even respond to treatment. Part of me feels like I failed him- and the other part of me knows a did everything I could and gave him the best life a cat could ask for.
So Nathan left behind his brother Skye. Skye seems to be doing well. Only a little bit of searching for Nathan and the occational crying through out the house. He is actually acting more playful (he has spent the last few weeks by Nathan's side watching out for him). I plan to get him a new friend. My husband is making me feel guilty about thinking about this so soon after losing Nathan. Nathan loved kittens (he used to carry my best friend's kitten around in his mouth like he was it's mommy).
I know we only lost Nathan this week, but I would like to give a needy kitten a home. Please help me feel not so guilty about wanting to do it so soon.