I recently rummaged up this photo of Princess, my eighteen year-old cat. Boy, she looks 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 even though I’m not a very religious person. Didn’t get the answer I was looking for, but I did recall my father telling me years ago that good people don’t let animals suffer. So we drove off.
I described to the vet how her meows had changed and how we had been best buddies for so long. Knowing love, the vet remarked, especially for so long, is a blessing, but sometimes letting go can be the kindest gift of all.
And so on that advice, I let my kitty move on and ended the suffering that kidney failure brings.
She is in a better place and I am forever grateful that I spoke meow.