I recently wrote about painting a portrait of my cat Art and his ailing health. Well last week the inevitable happened. We made the decision to put him to sleep. I had spoken with the vet and others who had to euthanize their pet about when do you know it’s time. Most said you would know, boy were they right. You love your pet and when they get sick you worry that they are suffering, but you also don’t want to prematurely end their life if it is still fulfilling to them, but when Art got to the point where he was physically having trouble getting up to eat or potty, I new the time had come. It is definitely one of the saddest things I have had to do. This was the first pet that I had gone through this with as an adult. We had pets when I was little but my mom had always hidden all the sad details about a pets passing making it easier for my young mind to handle.
Now that he is gone, sometimes my mind forgets and I think I see him out of the corner of my eye or I automatically look to his corner where he liked to lay thinking he will be there. I guess these things will lessen with time, but it is nice in the mean time to remember his presence. He was with us for eleven great years and know he will be a part of my heart forever.
