It's been a long day. No, not in the sense of an actual 24 hours. About a week ago, my best friends cat stopped eating. The day after that, her mobility faltered. Each day, she became worse and worse. Yesterday, she lost the use of her back legs and started vomiting blood. By the time we found this out, it was too late. Moo was 15 years old and had a bad back. She broje her back at age 7, and has had limited mobility since then.
Yesterday, was impossible. It was impossible how quickly she deteriorated.bitbwas impossible that the left side of her face was covered in blood. It was impossible that it was time for her to go. My best friend and roommate called me at work and told me the bad news.
The vet asked her to make a decision. Let her go or try to treat the symptoms. There was only one fair thing to do. We made the impossible decision to let her go. There was nothing anyone could do. Moo-Moo passed away at 3:30. I watched her take her last breaths as she heaved three times on the table. She was gone. She is gone.
I miss her loud purring. I miss the sound of her claws catching on the carpet. I miss her annoyed meows when the dogs would lick her on her face. I think she secretly like it. I miss her and everything in me wants to claw the immense pain and sorrow out. My friend is destroyed. While she deals with the shock of losing her baby, I'm trying to be strong for her.
I don't know if we made the right decision but at least she isn't in pain anymore. That's what I keep telling myself. But yeah...it's been a long day; without you my friend. I can't wait to see you again.
Love you, Moo.
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