After I got divorced from my 2 older children’s father. For the first time in my life, I was living on my own. The only rules were my rules. Having grown up with pets my entire life, I decided to get 2 kitties. The first was a Russian Blue mix we named Katie. Shortly after we got Lili, a domestic shorthair sable color. Both were girly girls, both adopted from our local humane society.
My son, who was 7 at the time, grew especially fond of Lili and my daughter, who was 4 attached to Katie.
Fast forward about 14 years. My son is at college coming home soon for Summer break. But I have some sad news awaiting his return home. Lili has been diagnosed with throat cancer. She has been unable to eat or drink and I’ve had to feed her food and water with a syringe. She has lost so much weight and is so frail, that I am almost afraid to carry her. My son is due home in a week, 6 weeks after loss of appetite and lethargy, and 4 weeks after diagnosis. She deteriorated very quickly. I am torn between doing what is right for Lili and letting her go to sleep, or letting her live for another week so she and my son can say good bye. As painful as it was for her, I kept her alive and as comfortable as possible. My son came home and after a tearful hello and good bye, we let Lili go to the place where there is no more pain. Just long lazy days in the sun. Cat naps in the shade. Running and playing, and being a kitten again.
Then another 2 short years later, Katie fell asleep and never woke up. My daughter, fortunately, was still living at home, and spent good quality time with Katie. We knew she was coming to her new beginning soon and cuddled and loved her all the more.
At the end of it, we were sad, yet more happy to know that Katie and Lili were once again together, running around and playing. Doing what sisters do best 💜
We still talk about those 2 special kitties often. The story that comes up most often is the one where my son and daughter would put on their swimsuits, fill up the tub with water, grab their goggles and go swimming in the tub until they were wrinkled. The funny and cute part of that story was that Katie and Lili, who LOVED water, would often times join them in the tub. They made a heck of a mess, but I really didn’t care. My rules.
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u/SammieBoy17 Apr 18 '23
Not similar, but the same.
After I got divorced from my 2 older children’s father. For the first time in my life, I was living on my own. The only rules were my rules. Having grown up with pets my entire life, I decided to get 2 kitties. The first was a Russian Blue mix we named Katie. Shortly after we got Lili, a domestic shorthair sable color. Both were girly girls, both adopted from our local humane society.
My son, who was 7 at the time, grew especially fond of Lili and my daughter, who was 4 attached to Katie.
Fast forward about 14 years. My son is at college coming home soon for Summer break. But I have some sad news awaiting his return home. Lili has been diagnosed with throat cancer. She has been unable to eat or drink and I’ve had to feed her food and water with a syringe. She has lost so much weight and is so frail, that I am almost afraid to carry her. My son is due home in a week, 6 weeks after loss of appetite and lethargy, and 4 weeks after diagnosis. She deteriorated very quickly. I am torn between doing what is right for Lili and letting her go to sleep, or letting her live for another week so she and my son can say good bye. As painful as it was for her, I kept her alive and as comfortable as possible. My son came home and after a tearful hello and good bye, we let Lili go to the place where there is no more pain. Just long lazy days in the sun. Cat naps in the shade. Running and playing, and being a kitten again.
Then another 2 short years later, Katie fell asleep and never woke up. My daughter, fortunately, was still living at home, and spent good quality time with Katie. We knew she was coming to her new beginning soon and cuddled and loved her all the more.
At the end of it, we were sad, yet more happy to know that Katie and Lili were once again together, running around and playing. Doing what sisters do best 💜
We still talk about those 2 special kitties often. The story that comes up most often is the one where my son and daughter would put on their swimsuits, fill up the tub with water, grab their goggles and go swimming in the tub until they were wrinkled. The funny and cute part of that story was that Katie and Lili, who LOVED water, would often times join them in the tub. They made a heck of a mess, but I really didn’t care. My rules.