kayc Posted June 26, 2006 Report Share Posted June 26, 2006 My husband passed away Father's Day, June 19, 2005. So it was just a week ago that marked the anniversary of his death. And then just two days later, our 19 year old cat, also named George, (I had the cat before meeting my George) had to be put to sleep. I had been doctoring him for what I'd thought was just an abscess...I had taken him to an animal hospital five weeks ago and they'd given me a course of treatment and antibiotics, but after two courses of medicine and all of the doctoring to no avail, I felt we were still losing ground and I took him to my local vet to see if he could be treated or needed put to sleep, for he seemed to be suffering too much in my estimation. What I learned is that he has a tumor from his forehead into the roof of his mouth and the infection just accompanies such tumors and yes, I really was fighting a losing battle. So I had him put to sleep. Nothing could have prepared me for this. I knew the cat was old, that he'd lived his life. I even believe (differently than most people) that our pets go to heaven...I've never seen anything to the contrary scripturally, only people's surmising, and I figure as long as there's surmising I can do some of my own, but it doesn't make sense to me that God would waste perfectly good animals when He's putting animals into heaven anyway, so I choose to think I'll see my George cat again. As he drifted away in my arms I told him he's going to a place where there'll be chopped bacon and that (my) George will be there waiting for him and I'll come join him and I love him. He went peacefully and didn't seem to even feel the shot, it was over so quickly...for him. For me, the pain of missing him began...looking out my patio door at his empty dog house (he didn't want his cat house, he took over the dog house). Seeing the porch swing empty and still when I come home (I used to always see him hop down from it to come greet me). Fixing dinner and no George cat to give scraps to. No George to give milk to. No George meowing at me whenever I step outside. It feels so empty and gone. Then Saturday morning, just three days later, I get a phone call...a friend of mine passed away, someone I worked with for nine years. It was unexpected and he was younger than me. I go outside and hear kids playing, cars going by, life going on, and I realized the cycle of life continues, even as one's world is turned upside down, even as we miss our loved ones, even as we deal continually with death issues. It feels weird... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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