Four years ago today ...

my cat Kermit died. She was the last of my four cats - her mother, sister, and brother died three years earlier - and she was 18 years old. She had a lot of health issues and needed to be given sub-Q fluids daily and near the end also had to be syringe fed. I still miss Kermit. I hope someday I'll see all my cats again in heaven. Here's what I wrote four years ago ...

Kermit passed away today. She went in for an operation to look at her throat to see why she couldn't swallow food, and they found a tumor. They could still have put in a feeding tube but I thought she might suffer too much and so they didn't wake her up from the anesthesia. I don't know if I made the right choice - maybe I let her down and did what was easier for myself. I miss her so much, can't ever talk to her anymore, can't ever pet her again, or see her little face again.