To Kill a Friend
My cat Magic was diagnosed with a fatal disease today. The disease is progressing very quickly and every day she is getting worse, this is a very hard thing to watch. In between her spells she is normal, I can pick her up and walk around the entire house with her in my arms as she purrs and licks my fingers for salt. Unfortunately the intervals between spells is shortening as the severity of them increases, this is not a good combination.
Having consulted with the veterinarian, Magic is going to be put down on Saturday morning.
The cat currently sitting beside me on the couch, looking at me with her big orange eyes is going to be gone in just two sleeps.
The cat who has sat beside me on the couch for the past 15 years is going to die, and I find it to be incredibly sad.
Magic is a cat, but Magic is my friend. She and I have spent more time in the same room over the past 15 years than any other living thing I know (parents included). I will miss her very much.
I am going to be there as she is put down and it is not something that I am looking forward to.
Death is not fun.
6 months ago