It has been 2 months now since I had to have Zoey put to sleep. That is by far the worst day in my life. Yes, I did loose my dad and my grandmother as well before this. But I was not there when they moved on and I was not alone. With Zoey, I was there holding her when she went and I had to watch her die alone. Unfortunately, Mark was (and still is) on a job contract in Australia. Or he would have been there with me. Luckily, our good friend Jeff was able to spend most of the day with me and give me a shoulder to cry on later in the day.I know it was the best thing to do for her since she had been very sick (hyper-active thyroid) and was not getting better despite the medicine. Plus the arthritis in her hips was getting so bad she could barely walk. Nor could she get to her litter box on time. So she was peeing where she was. In the interest of "Quality of Life", I had her put to sleep on January 2, 2010. She now is at peace and her remains (I had her cremated) are in a nice cedar box on the bookshelf near our front room bay window where she liked to look outside. She was truly loved and lead a full life.
