So a Facebook memory popped up today.  In 2015 I had to make the hardest decision concerning my beloved Hunter.

She had not been eating much for weeks.  The vet was giving her fluids and a steroid shot every few weeks which perked her up.

By the 4th of July, she was not good.  The vet made an appointment for 5pm on Friday.  She told me if I didn't show up it was fine.

I watched her all day lay on my son's bed and never move.  She was always tiny, but now was a skeleton.  I told Andrew I thought it

time.  He laid on the bed with her and said his good byes.  She had been with us for 14 years, the same  amount of time I had my first fur baby,

Footer.  Hunter did a good job of keeping her young.  My husband drove to the vet's office with me and they took us in the special room.

I am over come with sorrow now as I write, I was devastated that very moment.  I leaned down and kissed her one last time and it was done.

So quick, her misery gone, mine just beginning.  The loss of a pet is as strong as any human loss for me.  They obviously harbor a different

spot in my heart than my child or husband, but it is just as strong. All those years ago, someone threw the sweetest, gentlest kitten out of a 

moving van.  Little did they know she would keep all the chipmonks, squirrels and other criitter out of ours and 4 other nieghboring yards.

Be a wonderful sister to my older kitty when I brought her in.  And my son's first love!  In the last couple of weeks I have seen many FB friends

suffer the same loss.  I understand your grief.