This will be a sad post.
I had my cat, Mudcat, from when she was a tiny kitten until the very end. We had a famous relationship for ~16 years. She was such a cool cat and apparently she thought the same of me. The main thing she wanted to do in life was follow me around and be in the room with me. She wasn't needy or a pain about it - she just wanted to be there. There were so many interesting things about her and she was beautiful and I loved her and appreciated her for her whole life.
But when I remember her, all I can ever think about is the end when everything was going bad. She had kidney disease which kept getting worse and required regular treatment. That necessitated more and more trips to the vet - which she hated (and I wasn't wild about myself). Then she had to start taking some kind of daily pill. I can't even remember what the fuck it was for - but it was an ordeal to get her to take it. Then that changed from once a day to twice. Then right towards the end, her colon kind of shut down and I had to start giving her cellulose along with one of her pills. That was yet another ordeal. It felt like we were constantly fighting because just when she would get relaxed I would be trying to force something else on her.
I am leaving out some of the bitter details but finally there came that last episode where I made the decision it was time. And then there was that trip.
I kind of figured that with time, things would balance out and I would naturally start remembering the good times more. The good times were the vast majority. But it's been a couple years now and all I keep coming back to was that crappy shit.
:sad: