Some firsts are just no fun.

[feliciakw]

After a Thursday night that freaked me out, and a weekend of gearing up for/dreading it, we finally had our cat Franq put to sleep this evening. His brother Styne died last Christmas on Christmas Day. Franq and Styne were George's "bachelor cats," that he had before we got married. Franq was clearly nearing the end, with a lot of health problems that couldn't be fixed. He was, after all, 21 years old.

I'd never been present at a pet euthanization before. It was quiet and peaceful and so very, very sad. I'm so glad we found the vet we did. She's very compassionate and professional.

And even at this sad time, there is still humor.

I came home from work, and, knowing that it would be dark out by the time we got home from the vet, went ahead and dug the grave (next to Styne's, at the edge of the daffodil bed). I was right, and it was indeed dark when we got home. And drizzly. So I got my maglight, and George's black umbrella, and showed George where I'd dug the hole.

"Wow," he said. "Well, you've learned one thing from Supernatural."

So there I stood, with an umbrella and a flashlight, while George buried Franq. The Addams Family fan/Supernatural fan/Edward Gorey artwork admirer/wee tiny bit o' Goth in me was amused by the picture.

It was time, and the anticipation was probably the hardest part, actually making the decision to do it and following through.

It's very strange to only have two cats now.

Comments

[yasminke.livejournal.com]

Sorry for your loss.

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

Thank you.