I think one of the few things sadder than losing a pet is KNOWING that you're going to lose a pet and anticipating it. Our oldest cat, B.C. (Bad Cat) is almost 18, and has been in poor health for quite a while. We're down to the end of his life (the vet estimated he had a couple weeks to live over a week ago), and I think I'll have to schedule the appointment for this Tuesday. I just want to cry writing that. I love all of our pets, especially our cats, but B.C. has always been special. I've been hoping that he'd peacefully pass in his sleep, but I don't think that's going to happen. I hate anticipating this sorrow. B.C. has been our friend for almost 17 years of his life (and I find it hard to imagine our lives without him; the kids don't know a time without him). I still occasionally look for Sophia in the laundry basket. I don't think it will be any easier with B.C.
B.C. sleeping in his favorite chair around Christmas time 2012.
He's the most patient cat EVER.
He lets SG and I hold him like a baby all the time.
Bad Cat with the Princess in February.
His favorite spots, all three together: his chair, my lap, and a sunbeam.
One of my favorite things to do too. . . .