Pets dying is hard to understand. i see it every day and every day i never thought anything of it until Friday. For all those that don't know pepper go put down on friday. she couldn't breath without oxygen, coughing up blood, had a very sad look in her eye, and kind of said to ryan that it was time. so we euthenized her. i think the worst part about it was that ryan just kept crying and crying. he still is really sad over the whole subject, and so am i really. it just happened so quickly.
ryan and i have been talking about pepper health a lot lately. she was loosing muscle in her legs and loosing lots of weight and for some reason being much nicer. like she wanted to make peace before she died. the thing i regret most is that last week she wanted to stay and be feed outside. i called her a bitch and told her to come in. i should've just respected an old ladies wish and feed her outside.
We elected not to get her ashes back, but get a pawprint with her name on it. i found it fitting that she should have blue glaze in the inside (because she really was a boy) but to get prink ribbon because she wanted to be called a girl. (once we found out she was a boy we called her handsom and she bite me so we've been calling her a girl ever since.)
She wasn't with us long, only 4 years, but if she taught me one things it's how to handle mean pets. and how to love all kitties :)