Today I held the Puss as he was sedated, yawned, fell asleep, and received the injection that stopped his heart within minutes. It was a gentle, peaceful, and comforting goodbye.
I thought about Kyle, who loved our pets Toby and Puss, and took such great care with them. I still see him holding the cat up to me, shoving him toward me, "Mom, kiss the Cat; you love the Cat." Usually he did this when I was pissed off at the Puss for something like torturing Toby. I love the cat because Kyle loved the cat.
So, while it was so sad, and I cried so much that my eyes were heavy all day, it was okay. A slow, sweet end to 17 years of being our Puss.
