I lost my beloved Siamese Spock yesterday. He had been losing weight, then stopped eating. I took him to the vet and he had almost every bad ailment an elderly kitty can have, and a mass on his liver. The vet said that if we treated him it would buy him 3 months at the most. He has never been sick in his long life, so I decided that keeping him alive would be more for me than for him, so I decided not to let him suffer. It was the most painful decision of my life.
I can't stop crying, and I'm trying to not be a wreck in front of my daughter who is taking it hard also. I hope this gets easier. This house is so full of memories of him, I can't go anywhere without getting upset.
He is being cremated and interred at the pet scattering ground at St. Margaret's Episcopal Church in Little Rock.

I can't stop crying, and I'm trying to not be a wreck in front of my daughter who is taking it hard also. I hope this gets easier. This house is so full of memories of him, I can't go anywhere without getting upset.
He is being cremated and interred at the pet scattering ground at St. Margaret's Episcopal Church in Little Rock.
