Even more cute photos from our old cuddle sessions. 💕💕
I am so so sorry for your loss. It's so hard when it happens suddenly... even though because of age we were halfway expecting it. When the time comes and it's HERE... well... it still takes us by surprise. It's been 11 hours since I said good-bye to my precious kitty Mistletoe. He was 16 years, 3 months, 8 days old and my shadow in every way. He wanted nothing more in life than to be by my side, looking at me. I'm nearly 62 years old and have never experienced love and devotion like that, even with the previous dogs, cat, and guinea pigs. My grief is raw and I'm finding it hard to put one foot in front of the other. I can not eat nor sleep. Every time I think of eating I think of all the times Mistletoe would beg me for my food and I didn't give him any. Yes, I gave him much food and shared nearly all the time but.... naturally those times I didn't simply pop into my head to torture me. I'm dreading the 24 hour mark tonight. 11pm when he ate his last meal & I didn't know it was going to be his last meal or I would have given him extra and caressed his little head as he ate.... a little before 1am when I saw him stumble for the first time.... 1:40am when we loaded him into his cat carrier and he meowed all the way to the emergency clinic, while I spoke soothingly to him and told him Mama was near.... and the dreaded 2:30am when we said our final good-bye. I've fed Mistletoe everyday for over 16 years and now it's been 14+ hours since I fixed a plate for him.... equally as long since the last time I scooped his kitty box. It just feels so foreign for me to not being doing those things. I've been through this before in my lifetime and it hurts just like this every.... single.... time. I know things will hurt less as time goes on but right now I'm having a hard time breathing. I don't want Mistletoe to be gone.... I want him to be here with me now..... so I can pet him and kiss him and hear him purr and have him push the top of his little head against my lips so I can kiss him. He loved me. I was his whole world. I know I did the right thing.... the brave thing.... in helping him over the Rainbow Bridge last night.... but that knowledge doesn't stop the pain and grief. I wish he didn't have to go. ~Andrea
They never live long enough....