I had to put down a really beautiful feline companion in 2009. |
The Shot __________ The day came, I put you in the carrier, you didn't even scratch or fight. My movements forced, automatic; I could not believe , what i was doing, or even thought that I was there. But for searing mental screams, a numb, leaden heavy heart. They had found a lump in your stomach, and you had ceased, eating and drinking, much; Lost some weight, and I could see, your hip bones, hollow cheeks, and sunken, glazed, dimming eyes. Sad and sick, you no longer purred, and could not jump onto the bed; I had to help: limp, feather-light fading, fading, a bare wisp. II __ I broke up, and you looked up from the carrier, on my lap. Noble, regal, sort of 'knowing', Your gaaaaaaze seemed to say......: "Hey, it's time to let me go, I'm hurting, I'm tired, and scared. I will miss you." On the cold, hard table the shot went in. And, as weak as you were, you gave a last, 'Fighting' hiss; a cat's true heart and spirit, until the very end. |