We buried him on Tuesday. I was beginning to wonder if we were going to be able to dig through the frozen earth, but my boyfriend took care of that, God bless him. Also I think the Lord sent some sunshine that day for that very purpose.
Even after all the weight he had lost, I still could barely fit him into his box. He always was a big boned cat, always weighed around sixteen pounds.
Rest in peace, big boy. Ain't no kitty I love better than you.
In years past, I always took my cats to the vet, gave them all the white man's medicine, and watched them die anyway. With Scooter, once I saw the handwriting on the wall, I just let him be in God's hands. And truthfully, I think it was 1000 times less stress for both of us. His passing wasn't too bad, I've lived through much much worse. I would never condemn anyone who puts their cats to sleep, because sometimes, it's the only thing to do. But I'm so grateful that we could just spend our last days together, doing the things we always did, and loving each other.
He's going to leave a cat shaped hole in my heart, but I have a lot of happy memories. Like when he would lay out in the sun with me, LOL. He would lay in the grass belly up and we would catch a few rays together. And then, when he figured I had had enough... in about an hour.... he would let me know that it was time for me to go in the house. :)