Right now, my cat is very sick. He's also very old. 18 years old in fact. And I love him more than anything. I don't think he's going to get better and it's breaking my heart.
The last year of my life has been well and truly difficult. I can say honestly (if not rather melodramatically) there have been precious few good times. My cats have made this time of purgatory more tolerable. It's more bearable to come home to an empty apartment when there are two furry animals happily waiting for you. It's easier to sleep alone at night when you have pets next to you. I honestly don't know what I would have done without them this last year. They've often been my lone solace. I talk to them a lot. Silly perhaps, but if you're a pet owner who views their pets as a family member then you understand. My pets are definitely family.
The thing about animals is that they give such unconditional love, something many humans haven't quite learned to do. Pets don't judge and they generally love you just as you are. They look forward to seeing you each and every day and want to be around you no matter how you look, how you feel or what you've done. I think that pets are such a pure representation of unconditional love that in the dictionary, the word "unconditional" should have images of pets next to it.
I'm not ready to say goodbye to my cat. He's one of the loveliest, sweetest animals I've ever had. Everyone who meets him adores him. He has a rare sweet spirit and if there is such a thing as reincarnation, then his next life will be a very, very good one. I love him dearly and I hate knowing he's in pain. And I'm not ready to face losing him. I hate this.
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