In honour of a great kitty, Monty
I lost my baby boy, Monty, so suddenly, on Tuesday. Just 11 years old, but the baby of the family. We had to make the decision to let him go. He hadn't been well for a while, apparently. He hid it so well. (Or was I so blind?) Took him to see the vet Monday and Tuesday morning the results of the blood work, "not good". By 10:30, I had my last visit with him, and he was gone. The vet confirmed yesterday, it was lymphoma and my decision to let him go (help him on his way) was 'the right one'. But the most painful one I've ever made.
I've had many many pets and held the paw of many during those last moments. But this one...it is hurting the very worst. Perhaps because it was so sudden? No getting accustomed to the idea he/she will be leaving soon? Yes, I did have a special bond with Monty. One that surprised me, sometimes even embarrassed me. But mostly I feel so proud of my little boy. He was my Garden Buddy, my Work Out Buddy, my Office Buddy (see the picture? him looking into the webcam and me snapping the pic - Monty forever & ever!). Snuggle Buddy. Play Buddy (oh he loved his toys!!) Let's have a chat-Buddy.
But right now, this moment, I'm angry that no one near me wants to hear his story (OK, so they know most of it). But I want to express what I feel, and not feel I have to 'get over it' (it's only been 2 days!) I want to remember him, honour him and our little rituals together. And that is what makes the pain of missing the Monts even worse right now: because of course, if he was here, it would be him I'd confide my sorrow (and anger) to, he's cock his head and listen and give a little murp, that I would interpret as "I love you too".
So thank you for reading about my boy, how special he was to me. I know you understand why I still shed tears these few short days later.
Bless you Monty, for the joy you have given me. I love you, kitten.