The hardest thing one ever has to do, I think, is say goodbye to someone they love. Tomorrow, I have to say goodbye to my "Pretty Girl" Twinkle Star.
Twink is my old moggie cat, first cat I ever had, first pet that was ever "Just mine". I got her for my 6th birthday way back on September 12th, 1991. My pretty girl is 15 now. She still walks around and grooms herself, but she's losing weight, and she's going to the bathroom where she shouldn't.
I honestly don't know if putting her down is right or not. Perhaps she is. She can't tell me if she's suffering. I'd like to think she's not, but perhaps I'm deluding myself.
You always hope for one more birthday, one more Thanksgiving, one more Christmas....but they can only give you so many "one more's" before you have to let them go, or else you're being selfish.
I've spent the day with her, just petting her, holding her, telling her how much I love her, and that I'm sorry that she's not feeling well. The best thing is, I know she'll be better once she's gone, but the worst is, the house will be absolutely empty without her, and it just won't feel like home.
She's my baby, and I love her more than anything else in the world...even Mouse. And we all know how much I love Mouse.
I feel like there's this big gaping hole in my heart already, and that it will never close.
Why is it so hard to say goodbye?