I Speak Meow


I recently rummaged up this photo of Princess, my eighteen year-old cat. Boy, she looked grumpy, yet I hadn’t noticed between all the nose kisses, mouse plays, cat-post scratching and napping she loved to do.

Three weeks ago, her mews told me it was time to see the vet. Before going, I made a quick call to Jesus hoping for a divine intervention. It didn’t happen. Instead, I recalled my father saying that good people don’t let animals suffer. So Princess and I drove off to visit the vet.

I told the vet how her meows had changed, and how we had been best buddies for so long.

“Knowing love, especially for so long, is a blessing,” the vet assured me. “But sometimes letting go can be the kindest gift of all.”

And so, on that advice, I let my Princess move-on and ended her suffering that the kidney failure had caused.

She is in a better place, and I am forever grateful that for many years, I spoke meow.

11 thoughts on “I Speak Meow”

    1. Thank you for the support. It means so much. I may get another kitty, but It may be a while. I have made friends with one of my neighbors outdoor kitties, who keeps me compamny in th garden. Great mouser too. Do you have cats in your home too? Love to see pictures if so.


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