Yesterday we took my cat Spike to the vet. He's been losing weight (we were away from home when this started) and so I thought -- I don't know what I thought. I thought it was nothing. I thought they'd give him a pill.
Instead, we have to take him at 2:10 today to be put to sleep. He has a tumor along with a heart problem (that precludes both surgery and chemo) and his lungs are filling with liquid. He's not getting better.
Spike has been my companion and best friend for 12 years.
I don't know how I'm going to live without him.
He's sitting here next to me, obviously uncomfortable, not wanting to cuddle as he used to. I know this is best for him. I know it is. I just don't know how to get through it myself.
I dreamed last night that all was well.
--- Jeannette