My husband and I had a hard week. A few days ago, a biopsy for my little black persian came back positive for an aggressive tumour. Yesterday we made the heartbreaking decision to put her down so that she wouldn’t suffer.
The day we found out the bad news, I took the photo above. My ginger girl, Samantha, is 18 years old. When we brought Maggie home 6 years ago, Sam was not impressed. The two of them became rivals for our attention. They tolerated each other, and eventually Maggie started to taunt Sam when it was clear she was getting up in years.
The same night we found out that Maggie would have to leave us much too soon, Samantha joined me on the bed with her. Samantha crept up next to Mags, groomed her a little bit (never happened before) then took no less than five tries to flop down next to her so that they were touching. It was one of the most heartbreaking and tender things I’ve ever seen. (And if that sounds like hyperbole, you need to understand just how crotchety and demanding Sam’s gotten in her old age).