You were a rock. A permanent fixture in my life. How terrible a thing it was, that I had to let you go.
I knew it was time. I couldn’t let you continue on, letting the kidney disease and arthritis begin to affect your quality of life so poorly. As soon as you became incontinent, I realized that you were with me because of my own selfishness – and it wasn’t charity for you that I would wake three times a night to help you pee and poop in the litter box. It was because I was selfish, and unkind. I treated you with what I thought was respect and devotion, but it only drove me to allow you to suffer.
I am so sorry for that.
I hope I will meet you again in the future, and that we get to cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
I pray in the mornings at the family altar, and light incense for you as many mornings as I can manage. Your memory will always bring joy and laughter, in all the same ways you brought me hope when I was at my lowest.
Thank you so much. Thank you for being so much.
Thank you. Always.