In Her Final Hours

Goodbye my baby girl. 

Through and through, no ifs, ands, or buts I'm what you'd call a "Pet Person". My little ones are like my children...sometimes this even includes the neighbor's pets. 

Yesterday I lost my beloved kitty and there is intense pain that accompanies this loss. In her final hours, she appeared frail, unable to walk...diluted and unlike the feisty feline that I'd spent the last 13 years nurturing. A significant and constant part of my life, even in her passing, she fought to stay with me. 

There's a glimpse of comfort in knowing we have deeply loved and cared for her to the very best of our abilities. I'm grateful for all her bossy silent meows and a million scratchy tongue kisses. I'm even grateful for the days when I'm sure she thought I was her maid.

Holding her in my arms one last time, trying to accept her looming death felt like a nightmare but watching her suffer as End Stage Renal Failure submerged her completely was something we could no longer bear. It was insufferable. For months, we went to one vet appointment after another like an unshakable haunting... we went until treatment was no longer beneficial to the quality of her life. We knew our days were limited but it wasn't really about the when or how but rather the overwhelming feeling that she would leave this world having known an immense amount of love. 

I love you, Meemerz.