Saying good bye is never easy. I’ve been saying good bye to my sweet girl, Glove, now for a couple days. I honestly don’t know how she has held on this long. Maybe it’s my love for her that keeps her alive. It is heart breaking looking at her. Unable to do anything but lay there. All I can do is try to keep her comfortable as we wait for death. The waiting is killing me. I’ve whispered in her ear that it’s okay to let go, to go on and wait for me when my time comes. To go and be with Whiskey her sister cat and my mom. I stroke her gently and kiss her tenderly as the tears come down. It’s all I can do.
I’ve got her wrapped up in her favorite blanket and turn her every few hours as she is not able to even stand or roll over or even move her legs. I hope this is what she wants. I see her end of her tail just barely flick as I touch her, a sign I hope. I will put her down if I notice her starting to suffer. For now I am just waiting for nature to take it’s course. It’s still hard and many tears have already fallen. She’s lived a great life though and I know that she’s been given the princess life she deserved. We should be so lucky as to be one of my animals.