Thursday, 24 November 2016

Saying Goodbye to Morgan

On Friday morning, I was woken up by a strange, almost clicking noise, and wondered what it was. In fact, it was Morgan, our cat, struggling to breathe. Her breathing was really laboured and she was very cold. She seemed lethargic and uncomfortable.

Husband had the day off to get ready for our trip to Aviemore so he took her to the vet. It turned out her chest cavity was full of fluid and she was in a lot of discomfort. It was so bad, the vet struggled to hear her heart beating explaining why she was so cold. Antibiotics were an option but there was no guarantee they would work or that whatever had caused this build up of fluid wouldn't happen again. Husband decided it was the kindest thing to have her put to sleep.

Morgan had been in our family for 13 years. She was in Husband's life only a few months before we met. She was a lovely little cat; timid with people she didn't know but once she knew you were her friend, she was up on your lap cuddling in.

I'll always remember her face the day we brought Zachary home. We sat him in the living room, still in his car seat and she peered in with such a look of horror on her face; she didn't speak to us for a week. But she was soon best friends with Zachary, cuddling into him and sitting with him whenever she could. She was the same when Charlotte came along.

Putting a pet to sleep is a horrible thing to have to do because they become a huge part of your family. But it is also one of the easiest decisions to make if you can see they are in pain or are suffering.

Husband buried her in the garden alongside Casper, Rocky and her big brother Guinness.

Charlotte was really upset. She loves animals so much, she always takes these things really hard.

Sleep well little Morgan.

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