Today is the first day in almost 13 years that my precious kitty is no longer with us. He has been sick, and I’ve been putting off making the difficult, but necessary decision.
Tom doesn’t like cats, but Wizzer made it into his heart – as close as any cat ever could – and he has helped me through this heart wrenching process. Here is a recent conversation:
Me: I know I need to make a decision, but I’m not ready. I don’t know if I’m able to.
Tom: I know it’s hard. I can make the decision for you if it would help.
Me: That’s so nice of you, but telling you to make the decision feels like I’m the one really making the decision because I know you’ll follow through. That’s my dilemma.
Tom: I understand. I won’t push you. You have to deal with this in your own heart and you’ll know when you’re ready.
That was a couple of weeks ago. I woke up in the night shortly after this conversation tossing and turning and praying and crying. I wanted to do what was right for him. He is obviously miserable, and I realized at this point I was finally letting go.
The Bible says in Proverbs 12:10
10 Whoever is righteous has regard for the life of his beast,
but the mercy of the wicked is cruel.
Without a doubt I know I have had regard for Wizzer’s life. Now it was time to have mercy on him and let him go.
By God’s grace and Tom’s love and support we did what we had to do. I will miss him, and this is how I will remember him – at his best as my big, fat, fluffy Bubby. 😦
This is post #9 in The Ultimate Blog Challenge to post each day in July