Thursday, July 26, 2007
To Old Friends
The people who we got him from literally had to take apart a sofa-bed to get him out from where he had hidden. After getting-to-know-you time, he slept with us for every night thereafter. While he objected to being held or medicated or claw-clipped (and I have the scars to prove it), he preferred our company to being alone. He'll be sorely missed.
Thanks for your thoughts.
It's particularly tough for me because of what I feel were unprofessional actions by the vet that I am still too angry to talk about.
Those of us who have lost such friends understand your feelings.
I have been present when two of my previous friends were put to sleep. Silly as it sounds, I had promised them I would be there when the time came. It was hard but there was no choice.
In both cases, the vets were very understanding and gave them a very easy passing. Would that the same could be done for human beings in the same situation.
Maybe it's because the kids are now mostly grown and flown, or maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental, but it doesn't get any easier to say farewell to the little folk -- rather the opposite. The current two are both young, so it should be many years before we have to make the sad decision again.