I Speak Meow

imageI 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.

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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