Tipping Point
I don't want the power of life and death. I don't want to be the one to decide. But it has come to this and as I watch her struggle through her daily life, I know this is a hole she can't climb back out of. She has lost interest in food and water and just spends her days dozing uncomfortably, waiting for death.
The worst part is her plaintive meow. She, who was always so vocal and assertive now sounds as weak as a kitten.
It rends my heart.
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You both are in my thoughts and I'm sending universal healing Light, wishing you both Blessings and Peace.
-Kim
There just is a point where the body cannot sustain... She has told me in all the cat ways that she wants to go, that there are no more good days for her. It is my selfishness that grieves because I have so enjoyed her company, because I will miss her something fierce.
It helps so much to know you understand.
I know this is the right decision but that doesn't make it easy. I've made this decision a dozen times over the years and it never gets easier. I just have gotten better at knowing when the end has come--an expertise I really didn't want when I started out with lots of kitties and plenty of time ahead of us.
I look over at our cats and see how the passage of time is starting to wash over them..and it only seems like the other day each of them came into our lives. Whatever length of time we have with them, I will treasure it all.