An Old Friend and An Old Promise
Well, today is a sad day for me but also one of relief. This afternoon, I will be taking my 18-year-old cat to the vet for the inevitable. Dementia, deafness, and just plain old-age pain has taken over and I made a promise to that kitten over 18 years ago. “I’ll always love you and take care of you, Toby.” I was a silly 15-year-old but I meant it. Toby has been through it all with me. Years of teen drama, years of college drama, new pets invading his territory, new babies invading his territory, and several moves. He’s been a perfect cat other than his stomach woes since he’d had since kittenhood. But, now as I look at him and even now as I took the last photos of him, I see that time has taken its toll on his poor body. I guess I’d taken for granted how much pain he must be in…all the matted knots of hair I can no longer groom because it’s too painful, the dull green eyes that used to be a sparkly emerald, the stumbles he often takes when he loses balance. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to make the decision but now I must make good on my promise to my Toby. I must take care of him.