Had to put my Cat to sleep.

[Mercury]

Today is dreary dreadful day. Overcast skies and a slight drizzle have been the scene since Monday. That alone is enought to get my spirits down. To add to my already depressed state, I was awoken by my mom this morning to recieve bad news.

My favorite cat, my buddy Ceaser, lay at the bottom of the garage steps twisted in a ugly fashion. He was having spasms, and unresponsive. I could tell by the way his body lay that his back was broken. A touch to the bottom of his hind feet got no response, only after a few strokes of his fur on his head did he raise his head.

I got my pet carrier and ripped the lid of it off. Literally ripped it. I placed him in there as easy and gentely as I could. He meowed a few times and I began to cry. I knew what the vet was going to say but I still clung on to hope.

Last night, When I got home from work, I noticed his absence. He usually sits at the stairs in the garage that lead into the kitchen and waits to be let back in. After he eats he used to come into my room and jump on my lap while I replied and browsed this sight.

He used to lay on my pillows and swat at my stuffed monkeys. He was always there when anyone was sick. Always liked watching TV with the Family.

I sped to the vets and ran in holding the pet carrier as level as I could while bargeing throught the doors.

I told them he had apparently been hit by a car. They asked me a few questions and took him. But before they took him I gave him one last pet.

He was paralyzed and had internal injuries. Even if he could overcome not bieng able to use his back legs, he would have no way to relieve himself and suffered. It broke my heart to tell them to put him to sleep. It was not an easy decision to make. He was such a good kitten. Only had him a year and a half. I could of been selfish and told them to do everything they could, but that would only prolong his pain, and his suffering.

It was of no comfort that the Lady doctor told me I did the right thing, he's still gone.

I'm saddened, but not so much that I cant realize I should be gratefull for having him for a loyal pet, and for all the pleasant memories I have of him. I'll miss you Ceaser.

To think that he drug himself from where he was injured to my garage with only his front legs, maybe to see his family for one last time. I feel guilty for making the decision that i have made.