Someone told me having a pet is like selling your soul to the devil.
They give this amazing happiness and unconditional love but then the devil comes knocking for them. Some of the hardest moments in my life have been saying goodbye to a furry family member.
This time is no different. Saying goodbye has never been my forté. It appears as of now, we will have to say goodbye to Charlie, our cat. He is a fighter. He has fought and won a lot of battles but this infection seems to be winning the war.
He survived being dumped off by his previous owners. He survived, lord knows how long, outside before he found us. He survived a broken leg that was so bad, the vet told to put him to sleep. He survived daily maulings from twin boys and the love from a 76 pound American Bulldog.
I’m afraid this is the end of the road though. He is one of my best friends. I can trust him with every secret, every fear, and every silly idea I have. He has never told a soul. He has never judged me. We’ve never been in a fight, except that one time when I wouldn’t give him anymore treats. He’s always been there to comfort me when I’ve been sad and lay with me when I’ve been lonely. He’s the best to talk to because he listens so well. Granted he’s hard to have a conversation with because he’s a cat but still. Who really needs a two way conversation?
Over the next 24 hours we will have to make one of the hardest decisions pet owners have to make. In honor of Charlie and all of our furry family members taken too soon, hug your cat, dog, hamster, iguana, bird, fish a little tighter tonight. Tell them how much you love them and maybe give them an extra treat…for Charlie.