It's done. It was very peaceful, and the staff was very kind. They even kept the exam room lights dimmer than normal and had a fleece blanket laid out on the table. The vet is the one who diagnosed Slinky with kidney disease 2 years ago, and I was so glad it was her. They've given her (and all of our pets) really good care. I need to write them a thank-you note.
So now Murderbiscuit stands alone. There's a whole Highlander thing going on.
We are very, very sad, and are going to console ourselves with Indian takeout. Which I ordered via an app. I love living in the future.
May peace and grace rule over your grief. And may Murderbiscuit lighten the moments.
Much love to you and Tim, Tep. It's such a difficult decision, but you made it with love. It takes great strength and compassion to put a beloved pet's needs over our own. May Murderbiscuit give you extra snuggles and love tonight.
I'm glad it was peaceful, Steph. It's such a hard decision to make.
I am so sorry for your loss. My Mr. Kitty will look for him at the Rainbow Bridge. (May I say how embarrassed I am that the Rainbow Bridge moves me so much, but the thoughts that our beloved pets are happy and waiting for us makes me long for faith!)
I'm glad there's Murderbiscuit there for you, Steph.
Yeah, I'm glad there's a Murderbiscuit.
Hosted wine night last night. We caught up on summer shenanigans and drank a lot of wine. Oof. Then marketed in the morning with same crew & swam at Druid. Then the annual pilgrimage to Wegmans to buy a shitton of roasted hatch green chile. Got home with an awful headache, probably from forgetting to eat. It's abating, slowly, hours later. 5 gallon bags of chile in my freezer....and I'm eating everything at Cocina Luchadoras tomorrow..
I'm so sorry, Tep. That's a lot to handle.
{{Teppy & Tim}} I'm sorry. It is really so hard to say goodbye.
