When it is time…

The hardest thing you have to do is to say goodbye to a companion you have spent so many years with. What is even harder is knowing when it is time….

Keeping them around while they suffer is a very selfish act. I have done it myself, and I have learned the universe has a way of showing you when it is time if you just listen.

The last week has been a rough one, last Saturday I said goodbye to Baylor, my 20+ orange tabby. He had started to lose weight, and it was evident that it was time. I however, kept thinking if I just fed him more he would recover.

I was being selfish because I did not want to let him go. In doing so, he suffered more than he needed to. So last Saturday I just could not ignore the signs any longer and said goodbye. I wish I could say that it gets easier. It does not, you just have to do the right thing for them.

So, today I am sitting in a vet clinic with Faye, my 17-year-old black kitty. This time I did not ignore the signs. She is partially blind with arthritis in her back legs. She also had a growth on her abdomen that my vet and I kept an eye on. This morning, that growth ruptured, and she began to bleed pretty heavily.

I knew it was time to let her join Cody, and her brothers and sister on the other side of the rainbow bridge.

To Faye:
Find Cody in the catnip fields, where he is watching over Chance, Luna, Little Bit, Spike, and Baylor. It is time to frolic and chase butterflies until your hearts is content. I love you all, and miss you more than you could ever know.

Hail the Traveler!