Thursday, March 25, 2010
On Tuesday, while I was at work for my endless long day (8:30 am to 7:30 pm), Mom had to take my cat Vincent to the vet to have him put to sleep. He'd been ill with chronic kidney failure for a long time, and I knew he was going downhill this week, but I'd hoped this wasn't the end. Unfortunately, on Tuesday around noon he stopped even being able to walk. It was time, and Mom was so nice to take the responsibility when I wasn't able to come home and make the decision myself.
Fortunately, before I left for work on Tuesday I'd spent a quarter of an hour sitting on the couch with Mom, Vincent between us, both of us petting him. He was the most outgoing, people-oriented cat I'd ever met. Right to the very end, Mom said he was happy at the attention from her, her friend Cindy who went with her for moral support, and from the vet and the vet's assistant.
I'm now petless for the first time in almost 15 years. I don't plan to have any indoor pets again, or at least not right away. My beloved Newfoundland dog Jasper died in November of '08, my sweet cat Angel died on August of '09, and now Vincent is gone too. It's too much all at once to think about going through this ever again.
We buried Vincent next to Angel's and Jasper's graves and planted a fern on top. The bluebells are coming up on Jasper's grave, the sea oats are coming up on Angel's. Later this spring, I will plant rue.