I had to have my almost 15 year old Bob put to sleep this morning.
Over the last month, he began to lose his appetite and slow down. In the past two weeks, he lost a lot of weight. My vet was unable to find a cause other than old age. Yesterday it became clear that he was in pain, so I made the call to schedule that dreaded appointment.
This morning at 11:45 in the vet\'s office, I held Bob in my arms as he died. Even my husband who was never a big cat lover had tears in his eyes as he held my shoulders for support.
My husband knew that I could just put my baby in the ground, so he fashioned a 20 gallon fuel drum into the best kitty burial vault I have ever seen! I laid Bob on his bed inside the \"vault\" & surrounded him with all his favorite toys and treats. We buried him this afternoon in our woods near the house.
If I was a basket case yesterday & this morning, then there are not words to describe how I feel right now. For the last 15 years, whenever I was sad or depressed, Bob was my source of furry, kitty comfort. Now, when I need that comfort the most, I have no where to turn.
I know that in time, it will hurt less, but right now I can barely function because my best friend is gone!
Bob,..Mom loves you & misses you!