I
have had my cat Spike for 13 1/2 years when all of a sudden he became
ill and started losing weight. I took him to the vet and of course he
was hospitalized for 2 days as they were trying to get my baby to eat.
Then the terrible news was told to me that jaundice had set in. I could
not let my baby go through any more suffering and I had him put down
while I stayed and stroked his little sick body until he took his last
breath. He died on December 20th 2003. Tears ran down my face and neck
as I remembered when he came in this world in my home and I saw him
take his first breath. I am married but unfortunately I have never been
able to conceive a child, so my pets are my true babies. They are all
spoiled rotten and I love them as if they were my children. I had Spike
cremated and when they gave me the oak box that I had picked out, the
reality of it all set in at that moment. He is gone and I will never be
able to touch or hold him or play with him again. I loved my cat and he
brought me so much happiness over all these years. But, I had to think
of him and not me and do the right thing and let him go. Please always
say a prayer for me and my baby that I will one day see him again.
Sincerely,
Karen Ryder
