It’s been since Thursday the day we had to put Jager down. I’ve been feeling series of sadness and pain from this loss. My husband too. If you just stumbled on this post, Jager is one of our pet cats. We have three and he is the only boy.
For the past few years he has been requiring care. It started out with being diagnosed with a minor heart murmur, then needing phenobarbitol, then diabetes, and then anemia. It was hard to make our decision to not continue care but according to the vet this time it wouldn’t be a guarantee he would get better with a blood transfusion. So we took him home for a few days and returned to put him to sleep.
I’m a little relief (watching him get worse isn’t fun) but mostly filled with bouts of sadness of knowing he isn’t behind me or in the room. I know I’m healing but just looking at these past photos of him brings tears to my eyes. I know time is what I need and the pain lessens just a little bit day by day.
Our other two girl cats have noticed he is gone. One is happy because they never really got along. The other is a little mopey or whinier than usual.