I stood at the front door talking with someone the other day and found my foot blocking egress to an imaginary animal. Our dog, Jasper, was in the back yard and Vic was gone — to kitty heaven.
Almost a month and a half, and it’s still hard to fathom — my precious kitty is really gone… forever.
His demise began back in 2003 when he was diagnosed with diabetes. Two shots of insulin a day since and he was doing really well until about 6 months ago, when he began to lose weight drastically.
The descent had begun.
Then, about a week before our departure eastbound, I heard Ed shriek from the basement “something is wrong with Vic!!!” — and I ran down to find Vic lying 3 feet from his litter box in his own waste.
I’d prepared for this eventuality, having promised that once he could no longer maintain his dignity, I would let him go. Having said that, I made the appointment a week hence, then cried my eyes out, cuddled Vic for all he was worth and made sure he knew he was loved… fun, foibles and all.
The event itself was lovely.
Dr. Kopp talked with us for awhile about Vic and I recounted his escapes, including his kayaking adventures and dressing as an elf for my 50th birthday. When the time came, it was so peaceful, I couldn’t be sad for Vic… the only feeling remaining was my own sadness and missing him.
He’s at peace. I’m happy about that… but it’s going to take awhile for the physical to mesh with the emotional.