Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my kitty cat. My friend of fifteen years. Einstein. Tomorrow is the long trip to the vet. I can no longer watch him suffer, knowing that he is probably in pain. It is time.
But, I am scared. This is the first time that I will have taken a pet on my own to the vet, to be put down. I plan on sitting with him, through it all. I have never done that before. I am scared. Scared of what it will be like.
Yet, I know it is the right thing. I want him to hear my voice telling him that I love him until he passes. He deserves that from me.
There are so many people that have no respect or admiration for animals, no liking for pets. I feel that every living creature deserves our compassion, respect, admiration. I feel their spirits, connected to me inside, in tune with my own soul. That is why our family has adopted so many animals. They are all part of us.
He has moved with me, loved me when I felt like no one else did. He has slept over my head and for the last few days, has been reaching his paw out, so gently, to have physical contact with me. He knows it is time, and he knows that I know. He told me that he is ready. And, even when I feel so afraid, I know that I am ready also.
I know that I will be okay, but it is a goodbye that I have been dreading, but know I have to say.
Please, say a prayer tomorrow evening for my dear friend to have a safe journey to the other side.
