Malcolm

My sweet kitty, whom I toted all over the country in my twenties, is dying. Rather than allow him to suffer Joe and I are going to take him to the vet this week to have him put to sleep. He has had cancer off and on over the years. He fought it many times over with three surgeries.

He is the sweetest most gentle cat I have known. He allowed Charlie to give him hugs and kisses, feed him treats and just hang around. When I was working and we had just gotten married Malc would greet me at the door every night. He played with my nieces and let them dress him up when we had sleepovers. He was a talker always meowing and telling us about his day. He was never aloof, he always wanted to be close to our family, so would always be in the same room we were. At night he loved to sleep beside me. He loved birds and grass just like any other kitty, and whenever I was sad or sick he would stay right beside me until I felt better.

I'm not sure how I'm going to find the strength to let go and take him to the vet. Only God can help me with that I guess.

I have to believe that we will see each other again. Though I know the bible doesn't come out and say animals go to heaven, I just have to believe that my compassionate and loving God would not allow anything less.