More years ago than I want to count a little tabby kitten came into my life. She was about 8 weeks old and I named her Simba after a cat from my childhood. She’s stayed with me, eventually becoming a very very old lady, but she was still happy and enjoying her life. Yet I knew the time was coming when we would have to say good bye.
I wasn’t looking forward to that day which happened yesterday. Here is a photo I took of her snoozing in one of her cat beds last year and I’m sure there will be lots more photos in the coming weeks and months. We travelled together through 4 house moves, 7 cars, one wedding, one divorce, the loss of my father and more highs and lows than I care to count. She has been the constant in my life for almost 20 years now and watching her fade has torn me apart.
Yesterday I took that final decision. I stroked and spoke to her as the vets took away the pain. Wherever she is now I hope she understands that I did it out of love. As I watched the light fade from her eyes she took a part of me with her. Sleep tight my little one, my world is a darker place without you.