Knox The Hatter
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For those of you who know me well here, I'm here on this computer every night with my companion, Cleo, besides me...my 17-year old black female cat. Every night, she sits here, by my side.
She's not here tonight. She's gone. After a week of a steady, very sad decline (my wife and I think she suffered from at least one stroke), she died this morning in our den. We had already planned to put her down on Monday morning, but after my wife called me this morning and told me that she started having tremors, I knew it wouldn't be long.
I'm taking her remains to the vet for cremation tomorrow morning. I'm kind of relieved that this horror story's over now...even though, it was a wonderful seventeen years with a cat who my sister found discarded like so much garbage in the basement of the house she was renting at school. She was always at my side, even at a time when I suffered great loneliness and depression.
I'm afraid all of this, however, has been little more than a dress rehearsal. My wife's black female cat Snoopy was diagnosed with an inoperable cancerous tumor back in the spring. She's fine now, but the decline will be inevitable. For my wife, that will be one terrible reckoning, since she loves Snoopy so much...
This hasn't been a very good day.
She's not here tonight. She's gone. After a week of a steady, very sad decline (my wife and I think she suffered from at least one stroke), she died this morning in our den. We had already planned to put her down on Monday morning, but after my wife called me this morning and told me that she started having tremors, I knew it wouldn't be long.
I'm taking her remains to the vet for cremation tomorrow morning. I'm kind of relieved that this horror story's over now...even though, it was a wonderful seventeen years with a cat who my sister found discarded like so much garbage in the basement of the house she was renting at school. She was always at my side, even at a time when I suffered great loneliness and depression.
I'm afraid all of this, however, has been little more than a dress rehearsal. My wife's black female cat Snoopy was diagnosed with an inoperable cancerous tumor back in the spring. She's fine now, but the decline will be inevitable. For my wife, that will be one terrible reckoning, since she loves Snoopy so much...
This hasn't been a very good day.