Meisha My Cat Died In My Arms Today. Options

[MyBabyMeisha]

Hi all, my name is Jordan and here is my story:
Today my 22 year old cat Meisha died, and I feel like I have died as well. I had my vet come over and do in-home euthanasia. I highly recommend this, regardless of the price (I won't go into detail here on this post the method/how he reacted/ they used but feel free to contact me and I'll go into detail).
His name was Meisha and I adopted him about 10 years ago. Actually he adopted me. One day out of the blue he showed up in my yard. I put up a Lost Cat sign but no one replied until 2 weeks later. They took him back but everyday he showed up in my yard again. At the risk of sounding like a dunce, when I first saw him I thought he was a she , and a pregnant mother as well. He was small framed but had a huge belly and his nipples were protruding a bit, so I was preparing to have kitties. The owners informed me that she was a he, and he was just fat! His owner lived in France but had to enter long term health care, so she shipped Meisha to her daughter in Santa Monica. Meisha still came by everyday, it turned out his home was about 4 houses away. One day Meisha came by and was limping. I called his owner and she said he wasn't well. She didn't know why and she didn't take him to the vet to find out. I think Meisha sensed I would take care of him, that's why he always came by. I wasn't going to steal him though.
One night the owner came by and announced they were moving to upstate California. I was saddened knowing he wasn't going to be around, and knowing he had health issues that weren't being addressed. I feel like the owner accepted this cat because her mother insisted on it, yet didn't care for him. They took Meisha from my yard once again and left. I closed the door and although I didn't know this cat that long, knew he was special and already felt loss. An hour later, as I'm sitting on the couch, I look outside and what do you know? Meisha has reappeared. The owners dropped him back off (although didn't formally ask me if I wanted him, knew I would care for him). I was delighted. I took him to the vet the next day and found out he was diabetic. For the next 10 years I gave him insulin shots, checked his glucose levels, and feel I gave him a great life. With the diabetes, there were a few ups and downs with hypoglycemia but it was manged quite well. His limping went away as well.
Knowing I helped him live longer , and still have great quality of life, then he would have, made me feel a special connection that I can't put into words. I put my life on hold these last 10 years for the most part as I gave him shots every 12 hours religiously. I had girlfriends look at me like I was crazy/lying that I couldn't take a trip etc or stay the night etc because I had my baby to help. Within the last 5 months he had pancreatitis, and in December was diagnosed with spindle cell cancer. Both of those plus the diabetes finally caught up. I'm happy to say he was gobbling down treats like he didn't have a care in the world before my vet "helped" him.
I was so content knowing he was my life, and now that life is gone. I try to tell myself that he was a special gift given to me, and in fact , it was a privilege to know him. He was so quirky he actually made me laugh at loud. But the grief is unbearable. I know all the cliches....time heals etc.....but that doesn't help, at least now it doesn't. Girlfriends, jobs, have come and gone, but Meisha was always the constant in my life and now he isn't here.

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