Our kitty died tonight, in my arms. It was all so fast and surreal, nothing I have ever experienced before. One minute Nathan and I were talking about how we needed to take him back to the vet next week, and that I was going to force feed him, and the next minute he had a seizure or something in my lap, peed and was gone after a few gasps. We burried him in Nathan’s parents back yard and had a goodbye ceremony led by Johanna.
Nathan and I got Shaft two weeks after we got married. He was the best cat I have ever had. Playful, gentle, cuddly, patient with the kids. He was still young, not even 8 years old. We never had a definitive answer about what was making him so sick the past few months, but we are grateful that God made the decision to take him so that we didn’t have to question later whether it was the right time.
Goodbye Shaft, we will miss you terribly.