I knew this day would come soon but I didn't want it to. Miina, my family's cat had to be put to sleep today. She had been sick for months, but we believed and hoped that she'd get better. Some days she seemed normal... and some days she had stomach problems.
I saw her for the last time on Sunday when I visited my grandparents. She didn't look like herself anymore.
She had lost weight, and her fur didn't look good. She looked so tired and apathetic... But she still came to greet me and climbed up on my lap. When I left, she sat at the window. I had a feeling that I probably wouldn't see her again... I kept swallowing back tears for the whole drive home.
Today, my grandma called me and told me that Miina was dead. I've never heard her cry so much... She and grandpa buried Miina's body at our cottage. She loved being there.
I'm still in a bit of a shock, but painful realizations have already started to sink in. I'll never see her again, I'll never hold her on my lap again, I'll never pet her again, I'll never hear her purr again... Next time I'll go to take a shower at my grandparents' place, she won't be scratching the door... Next time I'll sit down on the sofa at my grandparents' place, she won't come to my lap and start suckling on my clothes (That was an annoying habit, but anyway)... Next time we'll go to our cottage, she won't be bringing dead rodents to us...
She was the sweetest cat I've known. Very social and human-friendly. Curious and playful. Funny and gentle. I miss her so much... But I'm glad she's not in pain anymore. And I'm thankful for the 16 years we got to spend with her.