Friday, March 15, 2013
My beautiful 14-year-old cat, Baby, passed away peacefully on Tuesday at the veterinarian. He was suffering from oral cancer, and a tumor had developed on the right side of his face, making it very difficult for him to eat and also making him blind in his right eye. It has been a really difficult week, and I think I'm okay until I see little reminders of him around the house and realize that he's not here with us anymore, and then I'm overwhelmed with sadness again. The hardest part is coming home and not being greeted by him. I just feel so empty. He would always greet me when I came home, every morning he would cuddle on my lap while I drank my coffee and ate my breakfast, every night before I went to bed, I would go downstairs and check on him to make sure he was okay and had plenty of food and water; now I don't have any of that anymore and I just feel empty. If I was upset or pissed off about something, I would just sit with him for awhile because he instantly brightened my day. I don't have any of that anymore, and it makes me so sad. We got him when I was 8 years old, so he was present for the majority of my life, and he was my only pet. He has a special place in my heart, and I plan on getting a tattoo of his paw print in a few weeks. My sister and I even made impressions of his paw print Monday night.
Thank you to everyone who has kept my baby in your thoughts and prayers; I made a few blogs and status updates within the past few months and didn't get back to everyone, but I really, truly appreciate it.
RIP Baby, I love you always