Today I put down my last indoor pet. My cat has had some simple problems of peeing that has been uncomfortable for many who visited. We have had to keep all doors closed, should he find a shoe or a shirt to mark. But the other day he was bleeding from his mouth. I took him in. There were some tests, and expensive surgery was warranted. I decided against it because of his age. Today I lose the last other living being that was in my house.
I cried and have been sad, but I’m also trying to get used to not having to shut doors or to be able to kick my shoes off at the door. I know I have been allergic to cats, and he has not slept in my room. I wonder if my breathing will be better without a cat in my house. RIP family friend.
It is not about the loss, but the experience of a being.
Feeling thankful for him and for the possibilities of more breath.
Pusche