I let my sweet Kit go yesterday. I can't even gather my thoughts to write anything meaningful about what she meant to me. She had another bowel obstruction. I couldn't put either one of us through that surgery again.
She'd had emergency bowel obstruction surgery less than 3 months ago. I thought I was going to lose her. In fact, I'd made two appointments to have her euthanized following that surgery, but she rallied. But afterward, though her physical state had mostly recovered, she was just not herself mentally--- it was like she'd been lobotomized. She would barely engage. She didn't greet me. She barely interacted or showed any emotion. She was an automaton. I'd hold her by the ruff of her neck and look her in the face and say, "Kit!! are you in there?" And then finally she came back to me. And she was her old self again. And after all that, now this. She's gone and I'm heartbroken. Rest in peace my sweet Kit.
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