She's gone.
She became unresponsive over the course of the day. Lut called me at 4:30 to say she was convulsing. We took her to vet. She was comatose in my arms, eyes open, nothing there. The vet said that this was it, there was nothing left to do for her. They put her to sleep while I petted her. I don't think she ever knew I was there.
I'd thought about staying home today because of her. I wish I had. Not that it would change anything.
Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. I appreciate the sympathy.
Goodbye, Ash, my beloved lapkitty. I'll miss you always.
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To Love and Have Lost
Date: 2011-09-18 04:21 am (UTC)This is the way it is for all organic life forms. They all have such short but intense lives. I think that makes up for those of us with much longer, duller lives, punctuated by short pieces of intense terror and pain.
Is it wrong to get a new pet and think that it will die from the very first moment? That what I see. I am grateful for the time that I do have. To hold someone and know that these moments are all that we have makes you much more appreciative of them, and much more determined to make them count.
I understand your pain. I feel it every day. At some point it will be a brief flare of intense anguish. You know that you did everything you could with every moment. Your pet had the fullest, most rich life you could possibly give it. That pet truly had a good life. There is nothing to be sorry about that.
Is it enough to know that you are not alone in your pain?
-- BarbX
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