The Light Of My Life Is Gone Options

[Christian B]

Bobby, my sweet, gentle, affectionate 15 year old cat, died this morning.

I'm hurting worse than I ever have before. I have lost my family of three cats in the space of less than two years. Bobby's twin brother, Vic, passed away in the summer of 2005, aged 14. In November last year, just two months ago, their 16 year old mother, Charlotte, died. Both of these losses were tragic, but had been preceded by long periods of general ill-health, so were not unexpected.

Over the last month, I had noticed that Bobby had been losing weight, and finding it hard to get up stairs. Less than a week ago, on Wednesday 3rd, it seemed like his stomach was swollen, and he wasn't eating much, so I took him to the vet to get checked out. My worst fears were confirmed, when the vet told me that Bobby had cancer in his liver, and that it was quite advanced. He wouldn't have long left.

Bobby's health deteriorated shockingly quickly, and he ate less and less each day. By last night, he could hardly stand up, and I knew the end was near. I stayed up with Bobby all night, to make sure he was comfortable and safe, and so he knew he wasn't alone.

This morning, I had to make that most difficult decision, though I knew the time was right to take him to the vet for the final time. I can't believe that he has been taken from me less than a week after his diagnosis, and so soon after losing Charlotte.

Bobby's death has hit me harder than before. I loved all my cats very much (and still do), but Bobby was special. He was the one who, until recently, slept on my bed, and woke me every morning. He understood me, and I understood him.

I was there when Bobby was born, and when he died. For this, I feel so privileged. I'll always love you, Bobby.

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[Furry's mum]

Dear Christian,
How sad you must be, but how wonderful that you were able to be there at his birth & have all those years with the family together. I don't think anything can ease the pain except time & it takes a lot of that.
Thinking of you, Judith