This morning I was woken up by a hysterical Sabine, who shouted: Mom, mom, hurry, there’s something wrong with Cookie. Rink called from downstairs: I’m going to call the vet. Then I knew something was terribly wrong and rushed downstairs.
Cookie was laying on her favourite chair, but her front paws were pointing in a weird direction. I tried to straighten them and she never even blinked. I saw her breathing, so knew she was still alive, but that it didn’t take much for her to die.
We drove to the vet and he told us what we probably already knew, that she was in a coma and there was nothing he could do. So he gave her that nasty last shot, which is so painful to watch, and we had to let her go…
Having cats – or any pet – live in your house is wonderful, they’re companions, they trust you, they worship you with all their heart, they comfort you in times of sadness, they never betray you… but they always go first.
Goodbye sweetie, we love and miss you xxx