On this day, we lost a wonderful member of our family. Our cat Spike - just 4 years old - passed away. He had a urinary tract infection, and we had no money to help him with. He suffered for three days, before he passed. I kept telling myself, “He’ll be okay. He’s a strong cat. The first one didn’t kill him. He’ll live.” but I knew deep in my heart that his days were numbered. As I type this, it really is soaking in that I never see him again. I’ll never feel his soft fur, or hug him when I’m sad… ever again…
I miss him so much already. My precious baby boy… I’ll never see him… again. I don’t believe in God, but if he does exist, then heaven just got a new angel. Farewell, my dearest. I’m so sorry there wasn’t a thing we could have done. I felt powerless and sad the entire time you were sick. I’m just glad you aren’t suffering anymore.