It's time for Jeffrey to go to kitty heaven.

I feel your pain. I love having animals in our lives, but even though the years of joy with them persists...the sharp pain of putting them down is hard to balance against it.

I struggle with understanding why so many years of joy are so painfully and so nearly completely wiped away by those final moments...even years later.

I sometimes I sincerely doubt that “Having loved and lost” is really better than “Never having loved at all.”

I think is is because the long love is warm and gentle while the end is painful and sharp. The latter slices away the long warmth in a traumatizing sharp bitter stroke that leaves an emotional scar upon the memory of the love.

I keep saying I will never do it gain, yet I somehow do.

Perhaps it is because I am trying to somehow heal the sharp trauma with another application of long warm love from the next critter.