My life, my love, my precious boy.
November 7th 2022.
I said it was hard when I lost Zebadee and Hope in 2021, and I thought when I lost Derek in 2022 that I would not have to feel the pain again, for a few more years at least.
I have had Toad since he was 13 weeks old in 2011. His distinctive voice has always filled our home with Toad love. He was my boy. My heart.
He had started to go down hill after he had his teeth extracted, then he had a seizure. His magnificent body and lush, shiny coat were quickly leaving him. His bright green eyes no longer shone.....my heart was breaking, but Toad was so much more important to me that my desperate attempt to keep him alive for my own sake. He was hurting. Hurting bad.
To this day, and beyond, I miss his voice, his head rubs, his shoulder carries.....I cry for him.
They are not just cats.
They are nit just breeding machines to be discarded at the earliest convenience
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They are my babies. Always and forever.
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