For the kitty

Dear Bubba,
I am so sorry we had to put you to sleep this morning. Your papa and I had a really rough time with this. My head is still pounding from all the tears that escaped. We were supposed to do this on Christmas Eve. But we fought it, feeling that you still had more spunk in you. You did. But you've faded quickly. After 18 years of life, which is a nice long life for a kitty, today marks the day of your death.

Last night was a very rough night for you. You meowed at all hours of the night. The bags under my eyes are very big today, and the sorrow in my heart is heavy. After I woke up and found you in the condition you were in, it wasn't difficult to make the decision. I don't want you to suffer anymore. You were very quiet on the way to the Humane Society. I think you knew what was going on. You were a great cat even to the very last moment.

Little guy is going to be very upset tonight. He doesn't know yet. He will miss you the most. He was your boy for 11 years. As far as we were concerned you belonged "to him". This is just another difficult step that I am going to have to learn to take as his step-mommy. We will be there for him, and be strong as much as we both miss you. I was told that when I said goodbye to you this morning that you took the whole thing well. You purred all the way to the very end.

You weren't my kitty from the very start, but you made me feel like you were right away. You loved me so unconditionally. I will never forget what a sweet cat you were, and there will always be special spot in my heart for you.

I hope that you make it up to kitty heaven and watch us from there. Buster already misses you and is acting strange. It's going to be hard getting used to not seeing you anymore.

I love you.
Your Mama
S