Yesterday, I had to make one of the hardest decisions a pet owner has to make. My sweet kitty, Shadow, had been sick for the last couple of months with IBD and an intestinal lymphoma and, unfortunately, the treatment did not seem to be helping him. He seemed to be growing weaker and, just in general, was not the happy kitty he’d been. So yesterday afternoon, the decision was made to help him cross over. 😦 He is now over the Rainbow Bridge with my sweet angel Cinnamon, the miniature poodle he grew up with.
I had him since he was a kitten, and he had just turned 14 years old last month.
I will miss you, my sweet, loving boy. I will miss you curling up next to me on the couch, and I will miss you climbing into my lap to reach up and lick my earlobes while kneading my shoulders. I will even miss cleaning up the presents you would occasionally catch and leave on the back porch.
No matter what some superstitious people may think about black cats, you were the best and sweetest kitty and I was blessed to have you. Run free and play at the Rainbow Bridge with your fur sister Cinnamon, my Shadow, and one day I will see you both again.