I am sorry to hear of your grief, but I am happy to hear that you have a conscience. Just know that what you did was out of compassion. As hard as it might be for you try not to dwell on the end result, you must end it and think more of the happiness both you and your friend experienced together. It was a brutal decision that you were forced to make. What you should have done, could have done or maybe would have done no longer makes any difference. What is done is done. Your wonderful cat loved you enough that it would not want you to suffer over your decision any longer. Be at peace and be happy with the time you had.
Originally posted by stockenAfter reading that, I'm feeling much more suicidal than usual.
Well, thanks for not judging me too hard people. 😞
Anyway, here it is. Even though they lived on the countryside (in the deep forest) they had neighbours living not too far away from them. Just a few minutes by car. The neighbours also have a cat. Their cat had been around for almost a decade before mine was unleashed on their land, and so there was boun ...[text shortened]... the ropes as she realized what was about to happen.
I am a murderer.
:'(
Originally posted by cashthetrashYes. I'm certainly fond of all the memories. And all the special things she did. Like, when I would stand close to the window, and she'd sat on the windowsill. She would try to reach my hand with her paw and pull it towards her head. She wanted me to scratch (is that the word?) her behind her ear. She loved that.
Be at peace and be happy with the time you had.
Or when I'd go out. She often jumped up on my shoulder and lay down behind my neck like a scarf. Her backlegs and tail on one side of my head and the frontlegs and head on the other side. If I was just going out for fresh air I would let her lay there. People stared and laughed or just smiled, but I didn't mind. I liked it.
And she was not there for the pleasing. If she didn't want to cuttle in your lap, she wouldn't allow you to hold her. If she didn't want to come, it didn't matter how many times you called for her. She was a very self-sufficient individual, as are many cats. This, of course, was another reason to like her.
Oh, I have lots of good memories and pictures. The ending is the only thing I regret.
🙂
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Originally posted by XanthosNZ??? 🙂 What does that mean in english?
You should take solace in the fact that if your cat ever understood what you called her she would have died of embarrassment.
Skorpan? 😕
In Swedish it's a reference to a sort of cookie. I didn't actually name her though. My girlfriend at the time did.
{Of course, skorpa can also mean crust or scab. That was not the picture she had in mind when naming the cat, I'm sure.}