Oh, Cloudy, my sweet, beloved, striped friend.
Our adventures together, I fear, are coming to an end.
Cloudy (15, kidney disease) continues weight loss, etc.
Vet to call me to discuss next steps.
As is, Cloudy has a presumptive final vet appointment next wednesday.
Maybe we’ll get more time.
❤️❤️. A good death is the final gift we give them. It’s the promise we make them when we adopt them. It’s also a really hard thing to do and never gets easier in my experience.
Thank you and me too. The back end of The Great Compact (best life I can give him, easiest transition to next existence I can manage) is the least fun part and still important.
Sympathies. I had to do this recently. Its the painful side of the intense, but significantly shorter, lives that these delightful furry bags of knives and love have.
Its not, or shouldn't be, a casual or easy decision, but at the same time, when its time, its time, and then the grieving can begin.
