Yesterday I had to have my precious Isis euthanized. She did her very best to make it easier for me, letting me know a couple months ago that life was changing for her.

It was then that she started crawling up in my arms at night, nozzeling her nose in my neck and reaching across me to put her arm around my neck, some times poking me in the lips, nose or eye with her whiskers while telling me, "It will be alright. It is time for me to go." It isn't difficult to hear what the animals as saying if you listen.

A few days ago the other cats said their goodbyes to Isis sending her off with a kiss by licking her head, a process I've experienced with other cats about to die.

The night was difficult for me. I had no furry paw wrapped around my neck. This morning was hard too. There was no Isis flipping all my hair over my face to get me up to get her a cup of ice water and no Isis scolding me because I took too long as she escorted me to the kitchen to supervise.

These will be fond memories of this Being who graced my life with her presence for 15 years but for now they are painful loses.

It has taken all the energy I have this week to cope. Hopefully, I will be back to a more normal state of mind soon and be able to leave comments and messages for all my friends here on Boomer.

BloomingMoon