tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21327088.post115414590184353609..comments2023-11-11T00:30:49.313-05:00Comments on New Day Rising: Not Long Until The EndFantasy Writer Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009677348939299315noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21327088.post-1154178692618893122006-07-29T09:11:00.000-04:002006-07-29T09:11:00.000-04:00Whew....that brought back some good and bad memori...Whew....that brought back some good and bad memories. I haven't seen her in quite some time and maybe it's best to remember her as I do.<BR/><BR/>The good:<BR/><BR/>The way she would park her backside on a couch and keep her front feet on the ground. Loved that pose.<BR/><BR/>Her love of the water. I remember the times at the various cottages we've been to and seeing Blue play in the lake until sheer exhaustion set in....and even then it was tough to get her out.<BR/><BR/>The way she would look at a coffee table covered in tempting food as she walked by, knowing damn well that she could devour whatever she wanted as soon as those damned humans would look the other way.<BR/><BR/>Not sure if this is a good one or not, but it makes me laugh...her "silent but deadlies" which brought about the joke that she should have been named Iris.<BR/><BR/>The bad:<BR/><BR/>Of course it reminded me of having to put Emmet down. I was never a cat person, but that little guy won me over and became my best little buddy. I used to love how I would lie on the couch and he would crawl up on my stomach with his paws on my chest and face me and have a little snooze. I cherished those little moments. As the years went on and his body began to give out we still held on to hope. I will never forget the day we took him to the vet for some blood work and they told us that he was not well. There were options for hospitalization (again), surgery (with very iffy results) or the kindest option for Emmet (ironically, the most painful for us) was to have him put down.<BR/><BR/>We were left alone for a while to discuss our options, and as you know, we decided to put him down. It tore our hearts out. I felt like we were letting him down. Not doing everything we could for him.<BR/>We told the vet our choice. He was prepared with that little tube in his leg and was brought back in to us. We wanted to be with him when he passed on. The vet inserted the needle into that tube and in just a few seconds Emmet went to sleep with us petting him and comforting him as best we could. And we cried. Cried and continued to stroke the body that held that gentle spirit we loved so much.<BR/><BR/>As much as we loved that little guy, and as much as it tore us apart, we had to let him go. It didn't seem right to prolong the pain he was in. He had a great life. It started out badly with his first owner, but he found himself in a home with a lot of love. He was about 20 years old, which is amazing for a cat.<BR/><BR/>It hurt so bad to have to do it, but it was the right thing to do for him. It wasn't about us and our needs. If that were the case we might have done things differently. Honestly, finances played a big part too. Was is smart to spend a few thousand dollars for a surgery that couldn't guarantee results? How long would he have after that? How much pain would he endure. The fear and loneliness while he was away from us. No, we had to do it for him.<BR/><BR/>It's a tough call, and it hurts, but sometimes love does that.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04536518112651435979noreply@blogger.com