Today, I finally made THAT call. The one you keep putting off cause you are sure things will get better. But for Mr. Punkin I am afraid the cold hard truth is that 17 yrs of living with me is the most ANYBODY has ever been able to endure and it has taken it’s toll.
My only wish is that when my quality of life fades that someone will load me in a horse trailer and throw a cow hide over me. Drive me to Willis, Texas to the oldest, blindest vet they can find and tell him the old milk cow Bessy took a turn for the worse. Let him hit me with a hypodermic right then and there. It’s the humane thing to do.
I’ve had him longer than any girlfriend or roommate. Longer than any piece of clothing I own. Longer than ….most everything.
Punkin is old and cries when you pet him too rough. He won’t eat anything but the broth of the canned food and throws up anything else he might try to eat. He has a hard time remembering where the cat box is and some nights cries a lonesome cry that will make you jump up and check on him from a dead sleep.
He’s been there for me. He talked to me when no one else had the time. He sat with me when I was sick and even though I could never get out of the house with black pants on without taking half his hair with me, he’s been my company and my saving grace.
I’m gonna miss him when he is gone. His quality of life is fading fast. And I know that I will have to suck it up and make that trip to the vet . The one that says – sleep well – and I’ll see you on the other side. It sucks being a grownup some days. This will be one of them.
I love each and every one of you.