R.I.P Tequila.

Things have been a little quiet on the blog front recently as on Saturday, after a week of being poorly, we had to make the very hard decision to have our 11-year old cat, Tequila put to sleep.  She had an abscess, that after an initial course of antibiotics needed further treatment, she was also suffering with anaemia and she was showing to have a "grade three" heart murmur - something that needed much more investigation and depending on the outcome could have resulted in the same decision having to be made.  After weighing up everything we decided that putting her to rest was the kindest thing to do.  She was such a livewire and despite being 11 she played like a kitten and was so full of attitude.  Her life had deteriorated and even had she got better (the chances were very slim), she was never going to be back to her normal self.  She was also in pain.

Surprisingly, although quite a tough decision, it was also quite easy as it was the right one.  And it was amazingly calm the whole process.  I cannot sing the praises of the vets enough and the vet who dealt with us had the perfect balance of genuine compassion and professionalism.  It was incredibly quick and we were allowed to deal with it in our own way and we did not feel hurried or pressured into anything at any point. 

The toughest bit has been coming home and waking up each day.  There is no longer a cat greeting us at the window, no longer a cat waking us up with purrs and padding when she thought it was time to be awake and no longer a warm little furry lump joining me on the sofa as I veg out in front of the telly.  I know it was the right decision and I know it will get easier, but right now it's all really, really sad.  My heart honestly feels broken.

R.I.P little mog xx