Saying Goodbye
It's been a sad week around here.
We took Phoebe to the vet on Tuesday to have her little tumor removed. We were surprised to find out the cancer had indeed spread. She had been acting very unusual these past few weeks, and it was her way of telling us she wasn't well. It was her only way of letting us know. Animals know. They're amazing.
I didn't want her to be in anymore pain. I didn't want her to suffer anymore than she already had. It was such a hard decision to make to let her go, but we knew it was the best thing for Phoebe. I've cried a river and can't believe there are any more tears in me.
Today, I held her in my arms and kissed her soft furry little head. Said goodbye. Cried some more. Thanked her for all the years she snuggled with me as I had my morning coffee. Thanked her for her gentleness, never ever hissing, even when the boys pulled her tail and grabbed fists full of fur. Thanked her for making us laugh when she chased her own tail around and around in circles. She and I have been together for many years. She was my girl. I can't believe how much I miss her.
If there's a kitty heaven, surely she's already there.





