This one is difficult. I had to bring Moofer to be put down on Thursday. The choice was a horrible one, but my final decision was based on the fact that he wasn't going to get better. I saw one of my cats waste away with kidney disease (Duforth, nine years ago), and didn't want Moofer to get any further down that road. I fought to keep him going, but he was finally through with the treatments two weeks ago.
I miss him more than I can express. I don't want to make light of anyone's death in the past seven years, but this has been the biggest grief for me since losing my Dad. Moofer was my cat for five years. He was my sister's cat for seven years - at the time he was the middle child of three cats and one dog. I love all of my sisters' pets, but Moofer was The One. He was also well liked by everyone that met him. He greeted everyone he encountered as a friend - something I haven't quite pulled off, and displayed both a cuddly and a playful personality. His favorite sport was chasing light beams, and his worst habit was begging for human food - something he did til the very end.
I'm not going to go into what his last moments were like, because I can't relive them myself at this point, but they were peaceful, and I'm thankful for that.
Here's a few images of the life of Moof:
|With the Boys, and Sheba|
|With Zenobia, just the right distance apart...sweet dreams, my lovely.|
You don't find many like him.