Hi Everyone,
In a previous diary I talked about having to put my little guy to sleep and today it happened and...I feel broken.
Hardest thing I have ever done so far. He really was the best cat I could ever hope for. He got me through cancer treatment when there was no one else. I always knew when I came home and opened the door he'd already be there waiting for me or within a nanosecond from whatever place he was - sometimes it would be - poof! "Here I am mom, don't fret I totally love you, but where's my Pounce?"
I just can't believe he's gone and the ache in my heart feels just like when the "love of my life" dumped me. Ache, ache, ache.
He went peacefully, in no pain and the staff at the Animal hospital was exceptional, attentive and marvelously caring. He was in very good hands.
My constant, my touchstone, it's just day one and the pain is excruciating.
Thank you everyone who commented previously on my other diary about my little one.
It's gonna take some time.
7:13 AM PT: UPDATE: Thank you so much everyone! One day at a time, it's only day one, for now I'm just storing his things away and working on a nice picture collage. I am having these random crying fits.