I lost my little girl today

I lost my little girl today.

PC was 15 years old.  I suppose that’s supposed to be a good long life if you’re a cat.  It’s way to short if you’re their parent.  Taffy, her older brother, has diabetes which we have under control with diet, PC was healthy, or at least seemed to be.  She was always jumping around, and rolling on the ground, asking for a belly rub.  She ate up on the clothes drier, so that Taffy wouldn’t steal her food.  She jumped up on anything she wanted to, and had a penchant for power cords.  These last few days she became significantly weaker, and stopped eating.  When I took her to the vet today, I knew that I had put off the trip for too long.   When we got there, she was weak, dehydrated, constipated, and hypothermic.  The prognosis wasn’t good.  The vet called me back with a plan of attack.  It wasn’t going to be cheap, but she was my daughter…it would be OK to spend the money.  After the call, the vet called me back just moments later.  She had decided to let go.  My little girl was gone.  She was finally free from whatever it was that had made her last days so miserable.  She was free of the now empty, tired shell that kept her spirit for these past years.  No more belly rubs.  No more head scritches.  No more PC.  I’ll get over it one day, but today I don’t want to.  I want to be sad.  I want to remember all the goodness that’s now gone from my life. 

PC - I’ll miss you.  Say “Hi!” to Toby.  Swat his tail for me.

If you have a pet….don’t forget to let them know you love them.  You may not have the chance tomorrow.