It’s been a week . . . .

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Today, it will be a week since I had to make one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make which was to put Jigga to sleep. I could have been selfish and kept him with me but with all the issues the vet said he had, he would’ve probably only lived a few more days and he would have been in pain. So I did the only thing I could do for him at that moment and that was to end his suffering. The vet brought him in and left us alone. We spent over an hour holding him and telling him how much he meant to us and that we loved him. We told him that we would never forget him and that if we could save him, we would spend every single penny we had to do so. During the hour we had him, he kept purring and headbutting us which is something he hadn’t done for two days at our house. It was almost as if he knew what was going on and he was saying it was okay. Nearing the end of the hour, the vet came in and she asked if we needed more time. Before she had brought him in, I had already signed all the papers needed to put him to sleep and also to have a private cremation. That way Jigga could eventually come home with us. A few days ago, I got a card in the mail from the vet and inside, there were Jigga’s paw and nose prints. After she had taken him to the back, she did the prints and sent them to me. Now all I have to do is wait for her to call me and let me know his ashes are ready. I really feel that had I taken him somewhere else that me and my daughter would not have been comforted like we had been. And I really feel that we made the right decision. The vet herself even told me that if he had been her cat, she would have done the same thing. I am also planning on getting a tattoo to remember Jigga by along with an urn necklace so he will be with me always, like I promised him. "Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."