Eighteen months ago, I shared the loss of my sister and soulmate Lynn. She was the last of my blood relatives. My grieving took its natural course, but I still feel my loss, albeit with treasured fond memories.
This month I put down my beloved Toby, King of Cats. His disease seemingly surfaced overnight and I knew he was in trouble. I took him to an emergency clinic and the vet told me he was dying. He gave Toby an injection, but he warned me it unlikely it would do any good. He was right.
I tried to arrange for hospice vets to come to the house. I knew Toby would be more comfortable in his own home. They were very understanding but could not arrange to come out that day. So I took him in the car (which he hated) to my vet, Robert Bebko, at the Cat Clinic, who, with great care and compassion, gave Toby the injection that would let him die without more pain.
For some of us, it might seem ridiculous to equate the death of a relative or friend with and an animal. For pet owners, however, the loss of a cherished animal can be overwhelming. Where else can we receive unconditional love?