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It is the heart that kills us in the end
Dec. 8th, 2016 04:00 pmI would have fought. The cat, ever contrary, didn't want to.
I've lost many animals over the years, but this was the first time I had to say the word and choose the hour. I would have held onto any reasonable hope, but the vet didn't offer any. Siggy has shouted every day of her life since she could vocalize; yesterday she didn't speak at all.
My heart has been stone before, been steel, been still; it will be again. It is not now.
It happened last night. I woke up this morning and the house was so quiet. There was a cat on the foot of my bed. My housemate's cat, not mine.
I miss my cat.
I've lost many animals over the years, but this was the first time I had to say the word and choose the hour. I would have held onto any reasonable hope, but the vet didn't offer any. Siggy has shouted every day of her life since she could vocalize; yesterday she didn't speak at all.
My heart has been stone before, been steel, been still; it will be again. It is not now.
It happened last night. I woke up this morning and the house was so quiet. There was a cat on the foot of my bed. My housemate's cat, not mine.
I miss my cat.
