At only 3 years of age...
It is so hard for me to even write about it, so I will not go into much detail, except to say that we know what needed to be done and it was the hardest thing I have ever done my entire life. We love Max. He was so much part of our lives.
He passed away very peacefully with my face in his belly and Mirza whispering into his ear.
We both had to say good bye to our best friend in the entire world.
Yesterday, I went to the vet to pick up Max's ashes. They were inside a cat statue. I was fine until Dr. Perry handed me a small tissue wrapped gift and stated, "I made this for you...it's Max's paw print." I waited until I got home to open it with Mirza and we both cried. It was so real.
While I was at the vet, she told me I should get another cat. I told her I did want to, but I felt bad about getting one so soon. She told me, "Don't feel guilty...because you can't replace Max...you will never be able to..."
So yesterday, we went to the animal shelters. We tried the county shelter, seeing each little kitten with big hearts and wanting to take them all home, but just not feeling that connection.
Our next stop was the SPCA. We played with one orange kitty who was a fluff ball, but he wasn't the one, either. Next was a siamese/rag-doll like girl. Sweet as a pea...but...something just wasn't right. We were about to leave when the young volunteer stated, "hey, I think I found one you might like..she's back here all alone, she's fluffy and grey/white..." I walked over to the cage in the back with low expectations of finding the one, looked down at the fluff ball, and tears came to my eyes.
I knew she was the one and I knew that Mirza would also agree...
To Be Continued...