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Saying goodbye to Princess Guildenstern of Darkness
I just got the call I've been dreading. It's time for my beloved cat, who I've had for 20 years, since she was six weeks old, to go. Over the last two years she's gone from amazingly good health for her age to having a stroke, arthritis, hyperthyroidism, high blood pressure, and failing kidneys. She's almost blind from the high blood pressure. She can barely walk from the combination of everything. But she was soldiering on, and seemed to still be enjoying life for the most part.
But now she has an aggressive cancer and the vet says that it's time. That her pain and discomfort will only increase from here on out. And if we don't pick the time and place, it will be chosen for us, and no one wants to come home or wake up or just turn around to find a dead cat.
I really hoped she'd make it to spring. Selfishly, I know. I didn't want any more pain and loss this year. But no. 2019 is going out the way it came in – with a sudden kick to the teeth.
But now she has an aggressive cancer and the vet says that it's time. That her pain and discomfort will only increase from here on out. And if we don't pick the time and place, it will be chosen for us, and no one wants to come home or wake up or just turn around to find a dead cat.
I really hoped she'd make it to spring. Selfishly, I know. I didn't want any more pain and loss this year. But no. 2019 is going out the way it came in – with a sudden kick to the teeth.