Sadly, on Friday night, we had to say goodbye to our cat, Arwen. We’re not sure of the cause, but she suddenly became very ill, very quickly, and we had to put her down.
At the vet’s office, when we realized that the most humane and practical thing to do for her was to not prolong her suffering, my wife and I tried to explain the situation to our two daughters, who are both on the spectrum, and who loved that cat very much. We told them that Arwen is very ill, and is dying. And that she wouldn’t be coming back home with us. Additionally, we explained that Heavenly Father wants what’s best for Arwen, and doesn’t want her to suffer. We further explained that she will be going to a better place, where she will be very happy.
We were with her when she was put to sleep. I held her in my arms while my wife, daughters, and I said our goodbyes and pet her one last time. Afterwards, the vet came in, and started the process of euthanasia. She was gone within a minute.
Even though she was only about 3 1/2 years old when she died, she left a mark on our hearts. She brought joy, fun, love, and laughter into our lives. She was surprisingly patient with my kids, especially the youngest when she would constantly pick her up and drag her around the house or push her around in a toy shopping cart like a baby. She often liked to come upstairs to my office for a pat on the head, and then sleep on my desk or look out the windows. I’ll never forget the times when she would steal my chair when I would leave my desk for a moment, or the times when she would randomly bat my elbow when sitting in the recliner. She was always ready to attack any shoeless feet. I guess feet with only socks were grounds for attack, in her mind.
Thank you for the joy, fun, love, and memories, dear friend. Your void is surely felt, and will be greatly missed.