Jun 4, 2009

I knew it was coming

but I wanted another day, another hour...it is never enough. 17 years go by so fast, it's really a blink of an eye. John said he noticed changes a couple of weeks ago. Maybe I chose not to see or because I was so close to him I could not see. We took Austin to the vet this morning. He could barely walk...really only two wobbly steps then he laid down on the linoleum. We had quiet time last night, he seemed so peaceful...I had hoped he would crossover in his sleep. Don't we all want that for ourselves and our loved ones? Doc said he was ready to go...I had asked if we could do anything to help him survive longer, I still was not wanting to hear the truth. He went quick and pain free with John and I at his side. I wanted to be there with him and would have felt guilty if he had gone while I was at work. At least we were all together. When we returned home, John reminded me of the sticker I have on the fridge and said Austin got to live that slogan:

"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting '...holy shit...' what a ride!"

Austin, my dear friend and baby boy you and I had quite a ride in deed!


Michele said...

I am so very sorry. He was a beautiful kitty who lived a long, happy life thanks to you. I wish you all the best, Michele

d. moll, l.ac. said...

Hugs to Austin's family. What a great guy!