A few days ago, Joe had bitten and scratched where his tumour was growing. It started to bleed a bit, which was not so worrying. But the wound then turned to grey and would get bigger everyday with no chance to heal. The skin and flesh around were dead. That's all.
Joe knew what was happening.
There was no choice, or at least not an acceptable choice. Operating him to save a couple of weeks, painful ones, or making it quick and without pain for him to join the cats' Realm above.
We did not expect it would be that quick. We saw the vet' on Thursday, on Saturday it was over. Not funny time waiting for the end.
Now I think I'm feeling hm ok, though deeply missing him.
I wish I could have closed Joe's adorable eyes once it was done, but it did not work. Strange how things do not work the way you want sometimes :-(
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