Our cat Reggie Miller has passed due to nasal cancer; he would have been 14 years old in April. We are crushed, but relived at the same time; he was really starting to decline in quality of life, and I think he knew it, as strange as this sounds I think he told me twice since yesterday that he was ready.
I give huge thanks to our Vet, he is the best damn Vet I have ever dealt with, very professional and compassionate, he gave Reggie a sedative and put a IV into his arm so we could hold him, he never once tried to up sale anything, and in fact for the past year that we have been using this Vet he has never once tried to push his agenda onto us, unlike other Vets we have had to deal with.
We was both holding Reggie as the final shot was given, Reggie was purring and wrapped in his favorite flannel shirt, the Dr than left us and as a final show of Reggie’s “cattitudeâ€, he died in our arms and we didn’t even know it. I just know he did that on purpose… The thought that we was holding a dead cat for 10 minutes and not knowing he was dead made us both laugh; even now 30 minutes later I am smiling as I cry.
He died well.
He will be missed.
- Mood:
sad