Just found out about 3 hours ago that my childhood cat, Patches, was put to sleep. 3 weeks ago she had a blood clot in the middle of her back that paralyzed her hind legs. My parents have been feeding her medication since then, and we thought she was getting better...but when my parents took her in today for her check up, the vet found that no circulation was getting to her legs. In essence, her legs were 'dying', and that infection would soon spread afterwards. I'm glad that she's no longer in any pain, and that she's probably fat and happy up in kitty heaven now, getting all the tuna and turkey she wants, sleeping in sunbeams, and running around chasing bugs like she used to. She was a very old kitty, about 16, and had a good life.
But it still hurts...I didn't even get to say goodbye. We're getting her ashes on Friday and are burying her underneath a cherry tree in the backyard. I think she'll like it there, she always used to love sitting by the window looking out into the yard.
I know it's because I'm sad and upset, but I so want to go out for some comfort food. But I know a burger and fries won't bring her back. I'm going to try to be good...if I go for some chocolate, at least I have flex points to cover it. And I did exercise today. *sigh* I just miss her.