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We let Gremlin go last night.
It's a dumb, horrible unsatisfying resolution to all his fighting. I thought it was time. And now I feel I might have been too soon, that I still could have done more. That he might have wanted to stay and try a little bit more. I love him like I have no life after this. I can't bear not feeling him sleep by my side in the bed. I was so proud he was a FIV+ 18yo who was beating a near unbeatable complication... I feel like I failed him the last days. And I know you don't have to hear this, I'm doing catharsis with no point to it. But I let him go and now I just want him back. I just want him back...
Gremlin, my baby, it took me only stepping outside for you to meet me. You even skipped while running to me when called. You reached me with your head bumping as if to give me cause for a pet. Went down the stairs clumsily, jumped up small surfaces like it was a feat. Even when not feeling ok, you purred, reacted to me. You always came to sleep by my side - even these hard weeks, you had your days you came back to me, jumped on the bed and snuggled. You curled up in the most ridiculous positions. You had your chin often exposed, body twisted, as if to show your trust. Used my leg as a pillow, or face as bedrest where to put your butt. There was hardly a time you didn't want to spend together - and the feeling was mutual. I have been in love with you more than I have been with any human person. Not sure what that says about me, but you are to me as -if no more- important to my life than most of everyone I've ever encountered, and I'm proud to call you my cat, and to have been your human.
I'm sorry if I let you go too soon...as I'm sorry if it was too late. I'm sorry I didn't think of or make better choices. I'm sorry I didn't stand up to vets when I knew something was amiss. I barely have enough sorries left in me that aren't for you. But above all I'm really hoping you left knowing how much I love you, and I love you (still love you) more than life itself.
I don't know what else to say but it feels this is not enough. You were my beautiful cat. You were beating FIV. You were beating that thing in your chest. And I'm sure, having enough time, you'd have beaten this. You just needed me to figure out how to help you. (You obviously never had a kidney problem, I should have trusted my gut and keep on trying to find the reason, we could have beating this.) They are wrong when they say 18yo is old. You were still young. And that bacteria took your last years out of you.
That's why, know you did everything right. You were more than anyone could have asked of you. You, and Sueño before you, you were both so strong... And I love you more than anything, I loved you, I have always loved you, I always will.
It's a dumb, horrible unsatisfying resolution to all his fighting. I thought it was time. And now I feel I might have been too soon, that I still could have done more. That he might have wanted to stay and try a little bit more. I love him like I have no life after this. I can't bear not feeling him sleep by my side in the bed. I was so proud he was a FIV+ 18yo who was beating a near unbeatable complication... I feel like I failed him the last days. And I know you don't have to hear this, I'm doing catharsis with no point to it. But I let him go and now I just want him back. I just want him back...
Gremlin, my baby, it took me only stepping outside for you to meet me. You even skipped while running to me when called. You reached me with your head bumping as if to give me cause for a pet. Went down the stairs clumsily, jumped up small surfaces like it was a feat. Even when not feeling ok, you purred, reacted to me. You always came to sleep by my side - even these hard weeks, you had your days you came back to me, jumped on the bed and snuggled. You curled up in the most ridiculous positions. You had your chin often exposed, body twisted, as if to show your trust. Used my leg as a pillow, or face as bedrest where to put your butt. There was hardly a time you didn't want to spend together - and the feeling was mutual. I have been in love with you more than I have been with any human person. Not sure what that says about me, but you are to me as -if no more- important to my life than most of everyone I've ever encountered, and I'm proud to call you my cat, and to have been your human.
I'm sorry if I let you go too soon...as I'm sorry if it was too late. I'm sorry I didn't think of or make better choices. I'm sorry I didn't stand up to vets when I knew something was amiss. I barely have enough sorries left in me that aren't for you. But above all I'm really hoping you left knowing how much I love you, and I love you (still love you) more than life itself.
I don't know what else to say but it feels this is not enough. You were my beautiful cat. You were beating FIV. You were beating that thing in your chest. And I'm sure, having enough time, you'd have beaten this. You just needed me to figure out how to help you. (You obviously never had a kidney problem, I should have trusted my gut and keep on trying to find the reason, we could have beating this.) They are wrong when they say 18yo is old. You were still young. And that bacteria took your last years out of you.
That's why, know you did everything right. You were more than anyone could have asked of you. You, and Sueño before you, you were both so strong... And I love you more than anything, I loved you, I have always loved you, I always will.
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