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 Category:  Biographical Non-Fiction
  Posted: July 24, 2018      Views: 17

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My name is Susan Weimer. I chose the handle "Insignificant Weed" because I am a Dandelion. The Dandelion is a weed. It is a bright pretty flower that when you have many of them, you actually have a "bouquet." The Dandelion is a prolific re-generator - more...

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Today we put our cat down
"That Fatal Hour" by Insignificant Weed

Today we put our cat down.

His name was Arthur the King. He went out like royalty and has earned his wings. It was such a hard thing to do, but he was suffering from arthritis, had a large tumor in his belly, was down to eight pounds, and couldn't stand due his diminishing bone structure.

My husband, Cal, rescued him eighteen years ago. He was a stray that kept showing up in our neighborhood. Cal went to chase him down, and we finally decided to give him a "forever home." Arthur was always a sociable cat. No one was a stranger. He blessed us with his antics, his companionship, and he was our "forever greeter" at the door. He would love to sit on the cat entertainment center and watch the chipmunks and the birds out the window. He hasn't done any of that for the past month. He was not a real cat anymore.

The Cat Clinic was ready for us. They took us to a "crying room" with comfortable chairs, a large box of Kleenex, and pictures of cats on the wall. We found out that veterinarians do cry. Dr. Eilers was so comforting; she explained the procedure to us. Arthur would have a catheter inserted into his front leg and be administered a sedative. Then the lethal injection would be applied when we gave the word.

Cal held him in his arms and Arthur peacefully passed on to the other side. He will be sorely missed, but we felt we did the best thing for him. He was slowly dying before our eyes. We really didn't want to watch much more of his demise. Around 9 am, we finally let him go. It was sad and yet comforting at the same time.

It will take us a while to adjust to his absence. We are confident that he is in a better place. He is not suffering any more. Is there a pussy cat heaven? I believe there is.

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We are not the only ones who have been through this. Bless all the animal lovers out there.
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