My Dear Friend,

I never knew how hard it would be dealing with pet illness. Ijust thought you would grow old gracefully, and one day you would fall asleep. I never once considered our last months together would be overshadowed by illness. I look back thirteen years to the day I met you, my dearest friend. Little did I know that the gangly little ball of ginger fur would become a huge part of my life. Your dedication to me never faltered, for that, I thank you so much.


Dealing with Pet Loss



You were such a character from the moment you came home with me. Huge for your age, but terrified of your own shadow. How you made me laugh. One time I remember, putting you in the lounge so you didn’t finish your smaller brother tea as you always did. You were only a few months old. The crying made my heart melt and I opened the door pretty much as soon as I closed it. There I found you sitting in a small patch of wee. I don’t know if you thought we were all going to abandon you, but you never had to worry about that. You were mine forever.


Night times would consist of me putting you at the foot of my bed, and me waking up to find you snuggled into my neck. I loved your warm cuddles and something I really appreciated in my darkest days.


You grew into a strapping handsome boy, you could have owned the street with your brute behind you, but instead you preferred to try and make friends with the neighbouring cats. A fighter you were not. You developed the most docile of temperaments I have ever known in a cat. Never once to this day have you spat, hissed or gone for anyone. Even the many times I have accidently trod on your tail. You developed the nickname, Lenny. This was because you were never the brightest of cats, but what you lacked in brains you made up in with love. My beautiful loving boy.


There was a time when it was just you and me. I was finding life very hard and lonely, every day you were there to greet me after work and spend the evening snuggled on my lap as I cried into your Fur. You never once complained, as if you knew. You were and always have been my constant. I really couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.


As time passed, our bond remained, even when I met Chris. To you, he was another lap to sit on and another hand to give you tickles. I, however, owe you an apology. The last few years have been tough and since Finlay arrived he has taken up so much of my time. There were times when I was tired and I pushed you away, times when I shouted at you because you tried to tell me I hadn’t given you breakfast yet. Perhaps i haven’t given you the love and respect you deserve as you entered old age, for that I am so sorry. I took you for granted. After all, you remained fiercely loyal to me. You even accept the toddler torture in your stride. To my surprise, your docileness has never faltered, never once have you told Finlay off. My special boy, how I love you!


So when this morning, I noticed you were struggling to breathe, we rushed you straight to the vets. They confirmed that you were suffering from Heart disease and was in heart failure. It breaks my heart writing this and tears are falling down my cheeks. Dealing with Pet Illness is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. How did I not notice you were so poorly? The hours passed like days as I waited for news. Although the prognosis is not great, the vet feels that it can for now be controlled with medication.


Suddenly thirteen years seems such a short amount of time and the realisation that you will not be here with me forever is heartbreaking. Our time is slowly coming to an end and I can’t ever imagine you not being here, what will I do without you? I don’t know how much time we have left together it could be months or if were lucky a few years. However, my dear boy, that is up to you. However long it is though, you must promise me you will let me know when you are ready and I will hold be there right next to you, just like where you have always been for me.


In the uncertainty, all I know is that we have been given some precious extra time together. I am going to cherish and appreciate every last moment we have left together. Never take you for granted again. Thank you my darling for allowing me to share your life with you, it really has been an honour friend, here’s to our last precious chapter.


All my love


Twin Mummy and Daddy

2 Comments on Dealing with Pet Illness: Where did the years go?

  1. I had two cats before our girls were born and the bond with them is amazing. We had them since they were kittens. I hope yours make a good recovery. Thanks for joining in with #ThatFridayLinky

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