I have to keep this short, because I’m starting to cry again, but tonight, we had to put Tabasco to sleep. I’ve known it’s been coming, but it’s still hard to accept when the time actually arrives. He was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer tumor in his belly a couple weeks ago. But though the end was near, we enjoyed a wonderful last couple weeks together while steroids kept him feeling spunky and strong. I let him roam around the backyard so many times, he became spoiled and would try to sneak out whenever the door was opened… and he became the exception to my “no cats in the bedroom” rule. Needless to say, he’s been a very happy cat lately. He even cheated death twice when a vet tech came over to put him to sleep, only to be so happy and alive that we simply could not bring ourselves to do it yet. But then his muscular body became more and more boney, and the steroids started to lose their steam. When his spunk began to wear off yesterday, I knew I just had to do it before he really started to suffer. And so tonight my sweet boy went to sleep.
Sleep tight Tabber Dabber. I miss you, bud.
by Sarah
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