Our beloved kitty of nearly 16 years had to see kitty heaven today, and it was a heartwrenching day in our household. The night was extremely tough to get through and by the time it was late enough to call the vet, I had a gut feeling this was it.
I think an owner knows their pet well enough to know when things are just not right .. and I knew. My heart ached for my poor sweet kitty that disorientedly paced around while breathing so heavily he had to pant through his mouth, the kitty that later became so weak and drained that he laid helplessly in my lap and couldn't even lift his head, the kitty that would have felt shame for leaving bodily fluids on the blanket could no longer help it. My heart ached, the tears streamed, my body shook because all I wanted was to save my poor buddy.

I try to console my girls .. who have lost their lifetime friend .. the kitty they grew up with, who was a part of our family long before they entered the world. Their sobs were enough to kill me. And yet in the consoling, we try to remember what a sweet unique cat Meesha was, that for selfish reasons we wanted him to stay but for the sake of doing what was right for him, we had to make the hardest decision of my lifetime.
I believe in heaven, I believe my Dad was at heavens gates calling Meesha's name and when he saw him, he lifted him up under his arm and carried him off. I really don't care what other people believe, but this comforts me knowing that animals can have a place in heaven just like they do here on earth, and they can be mans best friend.
And as the evening turns into night, I miss him that much more. I no longer have my night time snuggle buddy. :*(