This morning, we had to have our beloved, 16-1/2 year old Siamese cat, Stinky, put to sleep.
I guess it doesn't matter why, just that it had to be done, and we're all having a hard time handling it with any sort of grace. You see, Stinky was our first child. Jimmy and I brought her home just a month after we were married, and this little tiny furball became our life, and yes, our child.
For more than 16 years, Stinky was there for us, always willing to give us unconditional love. Through several moves, two more cats brought into the family, the stupid Pug named Snuffie, two children, and finally, Strudel, Stinky did nothing but love all of us completely. Except for Strudel, that is. Once the dog came into our family, Stinky decided it was time to retire to the upstairs rooms for good.
Stinky, with her best fur friend and sister, Simmie.
Poo, as we always called her, was the most devoted and loving cat anyone could ever ask for. She has brightened our lives beyond measure, and with her passing, has dimmed our lives, at least temporarily.
Jimmy held her for hours last night.
Jimmy kept telling me that Poo wasn't telling him she was ready to go. The true problem was that we weren't ready to let her go.
This morning she tried to convince us she was just fine by licking Jimmy's leftover tomato juice out of his cup.
My Dearest Stinky Poo Poo Queen of the Kitties Oko,
I will love you always and forever. All the thousands of tears I am shedding for you will never compare to the thousands of moments of joy you brought to my life.
I know you've made it safely over the rainbow bridge and will be there to greet me some day with a pounce and a purr.
My love to you always,
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