This is my second day without my beloved cat Winnie, and I‘m having a very hard time. I don’t want to live on without him. He brought me so much love and joy and happiness, and now I feel like there is nothing left for me. I still have my husband, but we are both elderly, and one of us will be the next to go. I hope so much that it’s me. I’m so through with this life, and can only hope that there is something peaceful and better up ahead.
My sweet, dear Winnie went to the Rainbow Bridge on Thursday, Sept. 14, at the age of 19 years. We wanted him to die peacefully at home, but he was in too much pain, and when he began to make a sad mournful crying sound, we took him to be euthanized. When it was over, we brought him home and buried him here in our back yard that he loved so much.
I don’t know what I’m going to do without him, and how I can function in this house without him always within sight. His presence is still everywhere in this house, and no matter where I look, I expect to see him or hear him. The only thing that slightly comforts me is knowing that he is close by, in my backyard. I can look out the kitchen glass door, and see his gravesite, or I can walk out and talk to him. I know it sounds crazy, but I want to be where he is. I’m so lonely.
In my 83 years of life, I have had many dogs and cats. I loved them all, but Winnie was special, because he was my last pet. All or most of our days are spent at home now, and he was the perfect loving companion for an old couple - kind and sweet and gentle.
Thanks for reading this message. I have read all of your messages about the loss of your dear pets, and I know you are suffering as much as I am. I don't see how I can move on from this, but I eventually will - I'll just never be the same.