This morning we put our beloved cat Ezekiel "Zeke" to sleep....
He was fifteen years old--and in bad health.
It was hard, but it was the right thing to do....
I was fine in the vet's office....I held his limp body and told him he was the best cat.
When I got home and saw his food dishes, I lost it.
People grieve in different ways.
He really was the best cat. So good with the babies, and yet a fierce fighter in the wild (a.k.a. our yard).
When the vet gave him the tranquilizer, he freaked--hissed and bit my husband.
So unlike him (he is a gentle beast)--yet so very like him: he went out with a fight.
Thanks for being the best cat, Zeke.