Ms Ebony Ankledancer, our nearly 16-year-old chocolate kitty with champagne eyes, is going to leave us today. We and our excellent vet have done all we can, but the infection she’s been suffering from doesn’t respond to antibiotics, and she’s lost strength to the point that she could no longer win the battle even if it did. Our love for her and common decency demand that she be released.
I would love to be able to invoke some sort of magic and cure Ebony’s infection. If we were less-balanced people, we might spend hundreds of dollars more and put her through a lot more misery simply because we don’t want to let her go. Ain’t going to happen. It is what it is. We can either accept that, grieve for her appropriately and get on with things — or not. It’s up to us. We don’t have to like it; We only have to accept it and move on — or not. Continue reading