We've owned our Siamese for nearly ten years. Today, Mum took him to the vet and had him put down.
He was old. Very old. Quite old. He was practically a bag of bones and according to the vet, he had a tumour on his ear. Probably good that the vet put him down. No point in living in a old, tired body like that. I knew that it was happening and everything, I just didn't expect to feel so miserable when I came home this afternoon to no obnoxiously loud mewing.
I suppose after you own an animal for a while, you take the fact that they're around for granted. You know that they're going to jump on your lap or demand food or make noises when they're not happy. I think since we owned the poor cat so long, I took his presence for granted, and that's why I miss him so much now.
mmmm.......I really do miss him, and it's only been mere hours since he died. Christ, I sound pathetic here. I think I'll finish this off.
Requiescat in Pace, meus feles.