I have lost my dearest little cat Tessa. She had a cancer tumor in her stomach and was sick in about two months. Wednesday January 29th I had to take her to the vets again. I knew what they would tell me, because Tessa had looked so weak and tired the last days. It broke my heart to see her like that, because this was not my Tessa. She was always so happy and was running around playing with Tam-Tam and little Silke, who came to this house about 2 month before I knew Tessa was very ill.
The vets were really nice but told me that Tessa was so weak and very ill now, that I should let her go.
I held her when she had the final injection and I told her all the time that I loved her so very much. In a way I think she understood me and that she was not afraid. I sure hope that.
We have burried her in our garden next to the two other cats -- Candy and Chilli -- we had before.
A Pet's Request.
If it should be that I grow weak,
and pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so,
the time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
and please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve -- it must be you
who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years,
don't let your heart hold back its tears.
(Author Unknown)
