Sad day here today. I had to have my cat, Wyndle, put down. He's
been sick the past few weeks and getting worse each day and the vet
couldn't tell what was wrong. It was a tough decision but for the best.
He was suffering and I couldn't bear it any longer. I got to be with
him during the procedure and afterwards we buried him at my parents'.
A little background on Wyndle... I have a younger sister who passed away from cancer in 1999. On her first birthday that year after she passed, I went to our local animal shelter to adopt a kitten. My sister always wanted to name a pet Wyndle so when I adopted a cute orange and white male kitten, I named him Wyndle to honor her memory. So tonight my sister finally got a kitty named Wyndle and is
taking care of him for me.
My heart is broken but I have many
special memories of him (and lots of pictures to prove it). Here is my
favorite picture of him, taken 3 years ago this month.
I'll miss you, sweet boy.
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