So some of you may be wondering why I put the prayer on my blog? Well today was another tough one for me. I had been feeling down as you all know and felt like my depression was slipping back in. I was starting to cry for no reason and for every reason. I went to work to only just come back home and feel sorry for myself. Thought that I had better take my cat Meow to the vet but knew well and good what was coming. He has been ill of late and I had been putting off going or hoping that Dazza would take him instead so I wouldn't have to face it. So after a quick feel of the belly and trying to take bloods from him, we came home to only have to shove tablets down his throat until the results of the bloods returned. Well they did this morning and unfortunately all was not well. I did have to take him back today to be kind to him and to stop putting off the inevitable.
Meow was my first ever cat and we got him before we even got married. He was approx 17 years of age and very anti-social, just like his mum. We sat together allot today on the couch, something he rarely did, he had stopped eating and was losing weight rapidly. The last straw was in the last few days he has started to pee on himself, I couldn't work out how but maybe he was falling in it after doing it. In the end it appeared that it was just escaping his body and running down is back legs. It was a very horrible thing to see him go through. At least with the dogs it was really quick but to know for a day what I had to do, it was doing in my head. I know now that his is with Shelby and Chuck, buried in my yard but running around together up in heaven.
It still amazes me why we get pets to only have out hearts broken time and time again. They just don't live long enough and wish they would live forever with us or until our time was up.