We have a cat – got him from a rescue centre nearly 15 years ago. Apart from an early bladder problem he has been massively robust and rudely healthy. He’s been a brilliant wee man, loving, sociable, took the children in his stride and under his wing and enjoying being a part of everything we do at home – not your stereotypical cat, not aloof or distant.
In the last two weeks he has taken a massive downturn since getting some stuff in his fur and trying to wash it out. He now has kidney failure, isn’t eating and can’t walk properly. Tomorrow is probably the end of the road.
You always know it’s likely a pet will die before you and that they have short lives. You know it’s going to hurt when they die. Even with all that I’m still in bits here grieving for a friend I’m about to lose, a companion I’ve had for most of my adult life and a truly wonderful creature.
Not looking for any advice or feedback – just needed to write it down and get it off my chest.