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sarahmichiganThanks for all the nice words of comfort people left on my previous post about Mumu's passing.
I'm still sad, but it's also very surreal. She lived with us for 12+ years, and we had a routine. She woke us up in the morning scratching at the bedroom door. I shoed her away. I got up, made coffee and fed her. Then, I let her lick the milk out my bowl. She'd beg for dinner and come sit on my lap while we watched videos in the evening.
Now, I hardly know what to do with myself in the morning.
I also have to keep telling myself I can leave any door open I want to- as other cat-owners know, you have to be careful with doors and cats if you don't want them getting outside or getting into rooms where you don't want them. I half expect her to trip me up as I'm cooking in the kitchen or walking down the stairs to the laundry room. I have to stop and realize she's not underfoot anymore...
She was sick with cancer for nearly 2 years, and at the end, she only had any kind of quality of life because we had her on pain meds. The meds were not a long-term solution as they'd have eventually destroyed her liver. So, it was time to let her go, but it was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I'm so thankful my vet will do housecalls for end-of-life appointments.
I'm still sad, but it's also very surreal. She lived with us for 12+ years, and we had a routine. She woke us up in the morning scratching at the bedroom door. I shoed her away. I got up, made coffee and fed her. Then, I let her lick the milk out my bowl. She'd beg for dinner and come sit on my lap while we watched videos in the evening.
Now, I hardly know what to do with myself in the morning.
I also have to keep telling myself I can leave any door open I want to- as other cat-owners know, you have to be careful with doors and cats if you don't want them getting outside or getting into rooms where you don't want them. I half expect her to trip me up as I'm cooking in the kitchen or walking down the stairs to the laundry room. I have to stop and realize she's not underfoot anymore...
She was sick with cancer for nearly 2 years, and at the end, she only had any kind of quality of life because we had her on pain meds. The meds were not a long-term solution as they'd have eventually destroyed her liver. So, it was time to let her go, but it was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I'm so thankful my vet will do housecalls for end-of-life appointments.
