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..my 12 year old tortoiseshell tabby cat, Pebbles, had her final visit to the vets...she was close to death, had been wandering around my little studio flat all night, going in and out of hypo...I'd give her some honey and she would revive for a bit...I stayed up all night with her, keeping her alive...come the morning, I knew it was the time to end her suffering.
I had nursed her through diabetes for 5 years, injecting insulin into her neck every day, and she had just broken down, and was completely blind...she was looking for a safe place to die. She died in my arms, with the support of the vet. I kissed her afterwards. sometimes now she enters my dreams, once she came, I felt her presence physically making indents in my pillow... I miss her. It was 2 years ago today. My dad came to be with me that day, for before and after. I lay on his chest crying, but he didn't know how to cope with my grief, didn't know how to help. I miss her, she always knew when I was down. I feel vulnerable and empty. sorrel |
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thank you....
much appreciated... sorrel |
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