She was 18 years old and had deteriorated rapidly in the last few weeks. She used to be such a vibrant and beautiful cat.
She was vocal, proud, picky, loving, a drooler, a complainer, a barfer, but mostly just a big bag of jelly.
Sometimes she looked like a douf...
And sometimes she was just plain stunning.
Though I am glad she is not in pain anymore, and that my mom is not constantly worrying about her, I will miss Moonie cat pummeling the extra skin under my chin, drooling away in ecstasy, while we passed our afternoons snuggling each other on the couch, and our evenings spooning under the covers.
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Those are hard days, girlie when you have to let go of a beloved pet. I'm off to hug my own cranky, drooly, old feline. xo.
So sorry you had to do that today. She was a beautiful cat.
She was so pretty- and a snuggler. Sigh. Neither of mine are very good at snuggling- you were lucky.
Sorry, toots. This sucks. I cry every time I read about someone losing their kitties.
I saw a cat from MN on TV the other day that was thirty-six years old. Yes- you read that right. Thirty. Six. I made a deal with Pooter and Trouble that if they promised to live that long and stay healthy that I would buy them a live mouse to play with on their 36th birthday.
So sorry for your loss. I once had to put down both of my dogs within days of each other. One had a heart condition and I truly believe my other dog died of a broken heart because he missed her so much.
I'm lucky to be able to work with my chihuahua on my lap all day and I have convinced myself that this little angel will live forever because I can't imagine life without him.
Oh no, having recently gone through something very similiar with our family dog I feel your pain.
I'm so sorry!
Smooches,
WM
Awww I'm sorry you had to do that, it truly sucks to have to.
She was a beautiful cat.
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