I lost another family member on thursday, 19th december 2013. Cha was quite week the week before. Her condition became worse each day. She barely eats anything.
Cha was a very soft type. She wasn't the kind who would jump up out of a sudden, she never involved in any fights. She would always come whenever I called her. Despite all of her softness, she fell from the balcony twice, and she never scratches her paws causing her nails to grow long and needs to be trimmed by the doctor.
We always want the best for our love ones. Be it human or pets. Problem is, we don't know what's the best for them. When I knew Cha was sick, I do not know if sending her to the clinic was a good option. I've lost two cats before. Both died at the clinic. I'm not blaming the clinic or anything like that. But I know that with their age, soon it's about time to let go. Seeing them stuck with the iv makes me sad. I know they'll be stressed out; sick and being in unfamiliar place. I let Cha be in the environment that she's used to - at home together with the rest of her family.
I felt guilty each day as I walked up the stairs to my apartment - not knowing whether I'd see her alive or not. It was after maghrib that day, I went out of my room and I saw her with quite heavy breath. I knew it's about time. I held my tears as I told her how much we all love her. I didn't cried, not until the next day - and now, while I'm writing this.
I know I've done the best I could and I'm sure she had good life. She will always be remembered.
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| That's how she always held her hands.. |
