Putting my first cat down after 14.5 wonderful years together, on June 13, because he was an experience that I never forgot and I'm not going to. I was a basket case that day, going home from the Vet without him. Holding him to say good bye was better than not doing this. I lost my best friend and closest family member.
My other cat is the love of my life. I got her the following month in July 2012 to help me with my grieving. She's wonderful and we love each other uncondionally. She is my ESA.
When my first cat was living, there was another cat that was struck by a line of cars on the hwy here, in NJ. I remember that she was so twisted that she couldn't cry or meow. I took off from work that day and blocked that part of the Hwy off. I picked her up with a shovel and gently laid her to rest in the Church yard where the pastpr screamed at me that he didn't want it there because it would pollute the Church yard and upset his congragation. I asked him if he was a man of God. He told me yes. I told him that we have domain over God's animals. To not let this baby rest and go in peace was not respecting that. She was a living being with a soul. Not a body that you throw away in the trash. I told him that the Humane Society was coming to pick her up on Monday. He looked at us in shock, then walked away. The baby died in peace, not pain. I still think about her every once in a while.
