On Friday, I had to make the decision to put my dear 18 year old boy, Lestat, to sleep. His quality of life had slowly been declining and on Friday he just couldn't breathe. I made the decision along with input from my fiance that it was time to put him down.
When I was 19 I decided to adopt a cat. I knew that I wanted an all black male kitten. He was the only one available for adoption and I changed his name to Lestat. While he was sweet during our initial meeting at the Humane Society, he showed his true colors when we got home and lived up to the name Lestat a bit too well. He grew to 20lbs and had strength that really couldn't be matched. He really was a mini-panther that could jump from the floor to the top of the refrigerator without a running start.
He might have been mean to and frightened other people, but he loved me. I still remember the first time I got an ear infection in college. I lived by myself and just sat on the couch, crying because it hurt so much. He came over, sat on the couch behind me, put his large paw on the top of my head, and just started purring. Whenever I was ill in any way, he wouldn't leave my side.
What am I going to do without him? He was more than just my cat, the closest I could come to naming him is that he was more like my familiar; he was part of me, and I feel so lost.
I've lost pets before, namely Lestat's companion, Louis, who I had for 10 years before he passed away last year. And, though it hurt to lose Louis, this is different. I am honestly lost. I have cried, but not as much as I did before, the grief is too deep.
I know it'll get better, it has to.
Submitted November 11, 2014 at 01:22AM by Damsell http://ift.tt/10ROJpX Petloss
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