Will be bringing my sweet little cat Clarissa to the vet for the final time today. Hasn’t quite hit me yet. She is older than my son but slightly younger than my daughter. It’s been so long I have to look up time stamped pictures I scanned in (yes, real developed film) to figure it out but it’s at least been 18 years. Tough for the kids as she as been around as long as they can remember.
Maybe I’ll bring her out to sit with me on the porch one last time. Knowing her it won’t last long, as she has never been one to sit still, even now as she is struggling to move. I guess that she is just a fighter, plain and simple. She is the “runt” of the litter as they say but even up to a year ago she could throw a take down on our other cat, the polydactyl who is twice her size.
It won’t be too easy for any of us, including the other cat, who spent the night watching over her the other night as she slept on the couch.
I had the kids say goodbye last night but I think my daughter will come with today. I told her it’s not getting any easier from here on out, but her choice. This will mark myw second time of having to do this, and well, I really don’t want to.
