After a long painful weekend, Rayne and I took Sunny in to
the vet this morning to stop his suffering.
As many of you already know he was diagnosed with diabetes several
months ago and I had been giving him insulin shots twice a day. He was doing okay, but never really back to
his “normal” self. Thursday evening he
began throwing up but after a call to the vet Friday we chucked it up to a
recent change in his diet. By Friday night he totally stopped eating. His
condition very quickly took a turn for the worse and Saturday he could just
take a few steps and fall. We did not
expect him to survive through the night Saturday. I spent as much time with him as I could with
three kids in the house. I made him as
comfortable as possible and slept with him Sunday night. The kids and I had lots
of time to say good-bye, prepared a box and found the perfect spot for him in
the garden. I was hoping that he would
peacefully die at home, but he just kept holding on. So this morning Lexy said her last good-bye
and stayed home to help Monty with the baby and Rayne and I took him in.
The vet was expecting us and ready when we got
there, before the doctor came in with the medication my dad (I didn't know was coming) came in. He peacefully went to sleep and did not have
to fight to hang on for us any longer. He
gave us the time we needed to say good-bye. We brought him home and prepared him in his box. Lexy put in the pictures she colored for him,
a couple of his toys and one last kiss.
The kids and I walked out to put him in the hole (my neighbor dug for me
Saturday) just as my brother pulled up to help burry him.
Daddy called this afternoon to check on me and I was
replaying the chain of event and telling him I just wish I wouldn’t have held
on so long I wish I had taken him in on Friday and that I am sorry that he
suffered for as long as he did. My dad in all his wisdom told me that the timing was
perfect and had I taken him in on Friday I may have always wondered if he would
have been able to get better. There is an immense pain and loneliness in making
the choice to end the life of something you love so much. My dad is so right
and I am thankful for his words and presence that brought me so much comfort
today.
I rescued Sunny when I came home from collage. He was my first
pet when I moved out on my own. He loved
me at my very worst and through some challenging days.Thankfully he never held a grudge about a dirty litter box. He reluctantly accepted my husband and two
other cats I drug home. He fell in love
with my daughter (she loved him too) and helped her feel safe and loved at
bedtime. He was entertaining and so
colorful. He preferred women and rarely
warmed up to men. He often sported
dreadlocks, had a wide ribcage and a lot of fluff. He only had one ear because he had cancer. He was my perfect companion and there when I
needed one the most. I’m gonna miss my boy!!12 years with the best cat ever
My dad his wisdom and support
A big brother that is always around the corner
Good neighbors
Sensitive and loving kids
Perfect timing!
I so sorry for your loss :(
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