Friday, September 5, 2014
It’s been a particularly hard day. We had to help our daughter- in-law put one of their cats to sleep. My son left on a business trip yesterday so she was alone with the task. We picked her up and went with her for support.
Lola was a special cat. Even though she was nine years old she was the size of six month old kitten. She was all personality and lived up to her name. When my son and daughter-in-law went away, we looked after their cats and I had developed a rapport with Lola, particularly when I had to give her medicine for a cold a few years back. I guess you could call her my grandkitty.
There wasn’t anything I could say to make it any easier for my daughter in law. There is something very strange about making the decision to end the life of someone you love. Even if it is saving them from suffering. Lola had lymphoma and a huge mass in her tiny body. We all agreed that drugging her up to keep around a little longer would be cruel.
Samantha spent some time alone with Lola to say her goodbyes and in our new modern world was able to share the moments with my son using Facetime on their Iphones. Then we said our last good byes and the vet tech took her away.
Over the years we’ve had thirteen dogs and cats and it has always come to this final moment. And it’s always hard, even when the pet isn’t yours.
When any of our pets have died, I picture them on an expanse of grass with lots of trees, kind of like a golf course. Their other animal friends are waiting for them and they all go off to a wonderful place. Rest in Peace, Lola.