CatSnipah
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For those of you who have followed the other recent threads about pet health issues and loss, you've probably seen me post about my Dexter cat, who has been suffering from heart failure.
Today, Aug 28th, my grey furry pal earned his angel wings. He had declined significantly over the past few weeks, and I couldn't stand to see him suffer any longer. While he might have still had some time left, with us, it would have been of low quality. He's been there for me every single day for the past 11 years, and I was not about to allow him to suffer and decline any longer.
This may sound cliche, but this was literally the hardest decision I've ever had to make. I nearly changed my mind at the last minute, but talking with the vet, reasonably knowing that he was suffering from terminal heart failure, we made the right decision to let him go.
I can't tell you how much I'm hurting right now. I'm devastated. That furball literally kept me going during some very difficult times in my life. I literally have tears streaming down my face as I write this, but I find it somewhat therapeutic to share how much I loved my little companion.
He was the best friend I could have asked for. And that little bugger picked ME out all those years ago - by reaching out of the cage and grabbing my jacket as I was looking at another cat.
I'm thankful for the years I had with him, but am saddened knowing that I'll not get to see him and his goofy mannerisms again when I wake up tomorrow morning.
It all just seems so surreal right now.
If you are or have ever been a pet friend, I know you understand. I'm not one to ask for prayers, but my wife and I could sure use anything anyone can spare at this time.
Thanks for letting me share this with you.


Today, Aug 28th, my grey furry pal earned his angel wings. He had declined significantly over the past few weeks, and I couldn't stand to see him suffer any longer. While he might have still had some time left, with us, it would have been of low quality. He's been there for me every single day for the past 11 years, and I was not about to allow him to suffer and decline any longer.
This may sound cliche, but this was literally the hardest decision I've ever had to make. I nearly changed my mind at the last minute, but talking with the vet, reasonably knowing that he was suffering from terminal heart failure, we made the right decision to let him go.
I can't tell you how much I'm hurting right now. I'm devastated. That furball literally kept me going during some very difficult times in my life. I literally have tears streaming down my face as I write this, but I find it somewhat therapeutic to share how much I loved my little companion.
He was the best friend I could have asked for. And that little bugger picked ME out all those years ago - by reaching out of the cage and grabbing my jacket as I was looking at another cat.
I'm thankful for the years I had with him, but am saddened knowing that I'll not get to see him and his goofy mannerisms again when I wake up tomorrow morning.
It all just seems so surreal right now.
If you are or have ever been a pet friend, I know you understand. I'm not one to ask for prayers, but my wife and I could sure use anything anyone can spare at this time.
Thanks for letting me share this with you.


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