My precious cat, nearly 10 yrs old had to be put down this week. Ozzy was my cat, she was lost at a few days old with her eyes closed, and rescued by my uncles dogs who kept her warm until they came home from work. Ozzy came to me with cat flu, not able to feed and a swollen mouth. The vet said that she will die and to take her home and do the best I could. Well she survived by being wrapped in fleece, carried around in my pocket or my top and kept warm and fed every 2 hours by syringe.
She was a lovely pet, very much the home bird, hated going into a cattery, only wanted to stay here and we always had to get someone to look after her. Life is different, no flashes of black scooting down the stairs in front of you, and a huge tug at your heart when you see the empty space where food bowls lived for years. I am heartbroken, but know that I did the right thing, her quality of life was declining daily, and having her put down was a kind act (I hope!)
Right - (wallow over!).... These are a couple of cards that I made recently. Just thinking that my blog is becoming a card blog and mainly I am a scrapbooker, which is what really makes me happy. So must make sure I get more time to scrapbook!
Thanks for looking! Michelle