Fancy355
Well-Known Member
I have always been a strong believer in not prolonging an animals life for my own benefit. About 15 years ago, I went through a terrible divorce. When all was said and done, I got my own place and for the 1st time in my life I was living alone. I suffered from a serious depression until Smokey came into my life. She was a 5 week old russian blue cat who was being hand raised by the staff at the shelter. I instantly fell in love with her and took her home. From that moment on, she was always by my side. Through out her life she suffered from several minor health issues. UTI's were at least a yearly thing. She was so good that when she got a UTI she would urinate in the bathtub in order for me to see the blood, otherwise I would never know she was sick. She lost a great deal of her fur due to an allergic reaction to my laundry detergent, go figure! But all in all she was as loving as a cat could be. When I remarried and had children, she tolerated everyone.About 4 years ago, she took to living in the upstairs half of our home. She was always content laying around in her own area, quiet. About 4 months ago we aquired Miss Lily our holland lop, and Smokey really loved her. She would come down and lay by her cage as if to say "this is my home, but you are welcome here." I was so happy to see this behavior because she had become so distant. Well, about a month ago, Smokey started vomiting her hard food more often than usual. (she tended to eat too fast and then vomit) I took her to the vet and he put her on a special diet for 'elderly' cats. Although she loved the soft food, she continued to vomit . She started with the diareah, and at this point I knew it was not going to be good. She lost so much weight so quickly. Well, yesturday morning I had to make the hardest decision any pet owner has to make. I so devistated that my dear Smokey is gone. She was there when i needed her the most, and I just feel so empty without her. I went to bed in tears, knowing that she will no longer lay beside me at night. I miss her dearly, but know she is not suffering. Why does doing whats right, always hurt so much?