A good friend, Tim, lost his dear feline friend today. Nala, his 14 year old cat, was succumbing to kidney failure. He is grieving his loss. It will be a long, sad weekend for him.
Her diminished, tiny body barely had any strength left in it, and by the end of this week the only movements she made were involuntary twitches. A once feisty little girl, she could now barely lift her head at all. A cat who would never allow anyone other than “Daddy” to get too near her, not to mention touch her, lay there today as I stroked her head and massaged her feeble limbs. She seemed to even be struggling between varying states of consciousness.
So Tim did what is known to be the Ultimate Act of Love for one’s pet – he took her to the veterinarian’s and helped her to the Bridge. Rather than let Nature take it’s agonizingly slow and painful course, or leave her to languish for his own need to keep her near him, he unselfishly and with true caring made sure she was eased from any pain and discomfort she’d been experiencing.
Nala is now running free, rolling in fields of catnip and napping in sunspots as big as the moon. She’s comfortable, happy, and secure in knowing just how much Tim has loved her. He gave her a wonderful life here on Earth, then he made sure to ease her passage to the next life.
RIP, Daddy’s Little Girl. Love to you, Nala!