My youngest son had to deal with one of the hardest things in life. His cat's health deteriorated drastically over the last two months and we all knew her time was coming. She was a family member but she gravitated to him and became his cat. She stayed in his room seldom coming out to socialize with anyone else. She's been by his side since he was 8 years old.
On Tuesday he asked J to drive him to the animal hospital so that he could do the best thing for her. She hadn't purred in months but as he held her for the last time she was pouring loudly. We believe she was telling him it was okay.
Now he's dealing with the grieving and we're doing what we can to help him through it all. It was just 8 months ago when we made the same trip for our Boxer boy Toa.
She gave us all 17 years of unconditional love and friendship. We all miss her very much.