The Last Day
Jan. 16th, 2004 06:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purpletigron When I went downstairs, SK had failed to make it all the way to the litter tray for only the third time in this illness, and was uncomfortable and dirty on the warm patch. Once cleaned, SK seemed to enjoy the raw liver and fresh water, and should be more comfortable now.
I decided several weeks ago that when SK could no longer get to the litter tray, it would be time, and the look in those kitty eyes seems to agree with me. So G and I will be holding SK's paw this morning when the vet adminsters the lethal injection, and then we will bring SK home to be buried under the rowan tree.
Yes, I'm weeping as I type.
I decided several weeks ago that when SK could no longer get to the litter tray, it would be time, and the look in those kitty eyes seems to agree with me. So G and I will be holding SK's paw this morning when the vet adminsters the lethal injection, and then we will bring SK home to be buried under the rowan tree.
Yes, I'm weeping as I type.
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Date: 2004-01-16 11:09 am (UTC)It has indeed been very helpful to be sharing my pain - I've been embarassed about writing so much about it, begging for support, but needing to all the same. Hugs, hugs, hugs!