Saying Goodbye Is Hard To Do

I have sad news.  We lost Molly, our black and white cat, to cancer this past week.  She had been ill for some time, and the vet at first thought it might be something treatable.  But Molly didn’t get any better with the medication, and finally reached a point where we needed to take her in to the vet again for further testing.  It was at this visit that the vet said it was cancer and that it was in the last stages.  She would only survive for maybe 2-3 more months, and she would continue to deteriorate.  Her quality of life was poor and she would soon be paralyzed in her back legs.  We had to make the difficult decision to let her go.

It’s the absolute worst part of being a pet owner.  Molly had been a part of our family for years, and when you lose a family member, it leaves a hole in your home and your heart.  My husband took it hard because she was his cat in the last few months, spending most of her time on him when she could.  She would sleep between our pillows at night, and stomp on your head coming and going.

Molly was a small, funny little cat.  She was marked up with a black “wig” and black tail, but the rest of her was white.  She was a rescue, like most of our cats, and found a forever home in our family.  I know that Molly is now pain-free and restored to health, running and playing with all those cats who have gone before her.  And I know we will see her again when our time comes.  We miss you, Molly.