I killed my cat Toonces today, or rather, I had her euthanized..the result is the same. She was 19 years old and was having trouble walking. It was her time.
Richard used to joke about who would die first, Richard or the cat. The cats wins I guess.
I just couldn't stay with her when they gave her the medication. I stayed with my other cat Judy and the feelings were just too intense. I feel the same for Toonces. I wonder why the death of a pet is so upsetting? I cried more for Toonces and Judy than for Richard.
The grieving for him goes on, it's like a weight on my head all the time.
I don't know if I'll get another cat. I won't likely get another husband. He's not replaceable.