Tonight I had to take my cat to the vet, and we made the choice to spare him more of the agony he was hiding from us so doggedly so we could love him another day.

The choice to give him peace was so hard, and I feel empty and numb right now. I want nothing more than to just turn the corner and see him waiting there, flitting his tail and meowing at me to go to bed so he could lay on top of me and knead.

We got 3 weeks with him thanks to the meds we might not have had, and he loved me for every moment he could during it all. He would try his best to sleep with me every night of the last week, and he would wake me up early so he could get some snuggles. And he would purr for me. He always had a purr.

6 and a 1/2 years is too short a time for a cat, but we loved him every day of it... even the days we were less than patient with him.

He was loved... and that is the best thing you can do for any one of our fuzzy friends.