phorsenuf
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Well, as you may (or may not) remember my sweet baby Milo was diagnosed with cancer and end stage kidney failure about a month ago. He had been doing real well and everyone has always said you will know when its time (to call for "that" appointment).
Yesterday he was outside soaking up some sun and seemed fine. We went out and when we came home he had taken a terrible turn for the worse. I didn't think he would make it through the night. He was still with us this morning.
I couldn't call the vet until this morning, because I had to wait for the furnace guy to show up for a repair.
Last night I had made Milo up a nice comfy bed and put it right next to his favorite chair. The furnace guy came and went but I didn't bother calling the vet because I could tell that it was immenent. I didn't want Milos last memories to be in some horrible cat carrier and the some cold steel table. He was comfortable and not in any pain, so I sat with him and stroked his head and talked to him. I told him how much we loved him and how special he was to us and would always have a special place in our hearts. (We rescued him from a ball field where some people dumped him as a baby 4 years ago. He's the only cat we've had that was not from the same family).
At 11:30am he quietly passed with me sitting by his side.
The children will be home later this afternoon and I must break the news to them. We are all prepared and the kids knew it would be anytime. It will still be hard though.
Thanks for listening as I ramble but it has made me feel better some.
We love you Milo!
Yesterday he was outside soaking up some sun and seemed fine. We went out and when we came home he had taken a terrible turn for the worse. I didn't think he would make it through the night. He was still with us this morning.
I couldn't call the vet until this morning, because I had to wait for the furnace guy to show up for a repair.
Last night I had made Milo up a nice comfy bed and put it right next to his favorite chair. The furnace guy came and went but I didn't bother calling the vet because I could tell that it was immenent. I didn't want Milos last memories to be in some horrible cat carrier and the some cold steel table. He was comfortable and not in any pain, so I sat with him and stroked his head and talked to him. I told him how much we loved him and how special he was to us and would always have a special place in our hearts. (We rescued him from a ball field where some people dumped him as a baby 4 years ago. He's the only cat we've had that was not from the same family).
At 11:30am he quietly passed with me sitting by his side.
The children will be home later this afternoon and I must break the news to them. We are all prepared and the kids knew it would be anytime. It will still be hard though.
Thanks for listening as I ramble but it has made me feel better some.
We love you Milo!