Molly

I had hoped to have blogged before now but in all honesty I've just not felt up to it.  Last week I experienced a very sad day.  We had to take my cat to the vets and say goodbye to her after a very happy 19 years together.

It is by far the most hardest thing I have ever had to do. 

Walking in with her, holding her for the last time, as she took her last breath and then feeling her slip away, it really was heartbreaking.

She was still living with my Mum and Dad so I suppose it is harder for them, at least I am able to step into a home where she has never been around.

Going back to Mum and Dad's now feels strange.  You can tell there is something missing.  I keep feeling as though I can see her out the corner of my eye, only to turn and realise it is a bag, or the hoover, nothing remotely cat like at all.

At times I forget and then remembering brings it all back again.

It's going to take a long time to come to terms with it but knowing that she is no longer suffering makes me feel much better.

She was getting old and her body was starting to fail her more and more, it wasn't fair to see her that way any longer and the vet agreed that it was the right thing to do.

She will be dearly missed.  I just hope she is having fun catching lots of mice in heaven.  Rest In Peace my little angel.

Love Gem x x x x