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I couldn't do it
Jan. 20th, 2009 10:55 amTold the 7yo last night to tell Cloud good-bye before going to school today. 7yo: "Isn't he coming home?" Tears, etc. Decision was easy compared to telling the kid.
Went upstairs to go to bed. Saw Cloud, stopped to pet him. He was all happy and purring, bumping up against me. Spent more than 20 minutes sitting on the floor with him, sobbing and petting him.
Decided to try just a little more. Bought a new litter box, put it closer to where he's been going (upstairs), showed him where it is. I'll take stock again next week.
I know he's never going to be all better, never the cat that he used to be. But he does still seem to have a joy in life, some quality worth holding on to. So . . . we'll see.
Went upstairs to go to bed. Saw Cloud, stopped to pet him. He was all happy and purring, bumping up against me. Spent more than 20 minutes sitting on the floor with him, sobbing and petting him.
Decided to try just a little more. Bought a new litter box, put it closer to where he's been going (upstairs), showed him where it is. I'll take stock again next week.
I know he's never going to be all better, never the cat that he used to be. But he does still seem to have a joy in life, some quality worth holding on to. So . . . we'll see.
