Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Saying Goodbye
Lockheed died on Wednesday. She was entering end-stage renal failure and the neighborhood cats were beginning to take bites out of her. After a particularly nasty bite that was showing her fascia, we took her in, and the vet did some blood work and showed it was only a matter of time.Parker is taking it better than I thought, though he really brought me to tears several times by saying things along the lines of "But I want her to live forever." He does understand the concept though, and has been correcting Kira ever since Wednesday. Kira currently calls all of the cats Lockheed. Parker gently reminds her that Lockheed is gone, and that she died.
It still is very hard. I'd come accustomed to seeing Lockheed wake up in the tall grass andcome to meet me as I came home from work. If the kids were with me, they'd run to her and she'd rub against their legs, walking with them to the front door.
I'm slightly ashamed to say there was some good from that day. Wednesday was the first time in a long time I can remember sleeping throughout the night - no scratching at the door.
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