We have two cats. Both adopted us in 2001.
My husband and I were traveling in a motor home from Arizona to Florida.
Three days later, a handsome grey shorthair did the same thing at a campground in Orlando. We named him Bailey.
Over the years, Minka and Bailey have given us many gifts and life lessons. They’ve shown us how to play, be silly, stretch, be flexible and graceful, cuddle, snuggle, nap, be present, savor scents and all our senses, stay nicely groomed, and more.
Last week, Bailey was diagnosed with widespread carcinomatosis. Our vet said that our sweet boy cat has perhaps two months to live. Probably less. Among the hard things: we are going to have to decide when to say when.
We’ve never had to put a pet down. We aim to preserve life. In fact, in our home we’ve had a catch-and-release program (for spiders, mice, and other unwelcomed house guests) in place since the 1980s.
But we must consider Bailey’s comfort and quality of life.
Among the good things: facing death hurts, and yet it can lead us toward greater love and compassion. Continue reading