I first met you when you were just 2 days old. You had a Brother and Sister. When you were 5 weeks old your owner told me he was going to put you and your littermates into a bag and put you into the local river. I said "No way, I will take you and your siblings and find loving homes". So I took you in, I already had 2 cats and a Dog, but I was already starting to bond with you, I found good homes for your Brother and Sister and decided I couldn't let you go, so kept you.



You had such a loving, affectionate personality and loved to play. You were always ready for a game and I used to throw a ball down the stairs in my Flat and you used to run down to retreive the ball, pick it up and bring it back to me to throw for you again. I used to joke I had a cat that think's he's a dog and you would keep me entertained for hours with your mischievious antics.



I met my Husband to be not very long after and when we moved in together we became a Happy Family and I had 2 Children who grew up to love you as much as I did.



You continued to be my companion when I felt isolated and lonely, comfort when I felt sad, I suffered from depression after the births of my babies and I always felt better when you would climb onto my knee, rub my hand and purr so loudly, it was like music to my ears.



Then last November I found you lying in the corner of my living room, unable to stand and when you tried you would turn in circles and fall over. Thar really freaked me out and I made an appointment with Vets for that afternoon, I was so scared you were dying on me and I really thought when you went to the Vets you were not going to come back. I broke my heart. But you came back. The vet said you had had a stroke and he thought you may recover, but you had to have steroid injections to help ease any inflammation on your Brain. You started to recover, started to walk again, but I soon realised your had become Blind, I knew your sight was starting to fail beforehand as you had started to bump into things around the house but it had become worse.



You had regular injections, then the vet said he wanted to stop giving the steroids as you couldn't stay on the medication long term. 2 weeks before Christmas you had another stroke, I was able to get you to the Vet within the hour and you were given another injection and you recovered quickly from it.



Alas, on the 8th January, My Daughter came to me with you in her arms and said you were having another stroke. This time it was bad. I made an appointment with the Vet but as the afternoon went on you got worse and also agitated. At the Vets I was told I could have had you put down or give you another injection and give you 24 hours to see if you showed signs of improvement. I agreed for you to have the injection but as the night went on you started to be able to stand up, eat, drink, but you didn't want to be picked up or cuddled. I saw that as a sign and I decided that night was going to be your last night with me.



I couldn't allow you to live like that. I knew you would keep on having strokes and so when I took you back to the Vet and when she asked how you were doing, I burst into tears and told her to put you to sleep.



Now I am greiving for you, it is raw emotional pain that is eating way at my soul, I am missing you so much, but I know it was for the best. I hope I gave you a good, happy life and I gave you as much joy as you gave me.