Goodbye My Sweet Cleo

This is a much more somber post than usual my friends, but I had to write it. This week on Tuesday Marc and I had to say goodbye to our very beloved, sweet kitty Cleo and we are still processing the loss. This post is a tribute to him and how much he meant to us. For me in particular it has been hard because he was my first cat ever. He predated Marc by 7 years and saw me through some turbulent times and life changes. I adopted him within a month of moving out on my own into my first apartment when he was a scrawny, flea ridden kitten rescued from a hoarder.

We were devastated when the vet gave us the news that a small mass we found on his leg was cancerous. It had already spread to his paws and lungs as well. She gave us the advice that at that point treatment would do no good at his advanced age of 14.5 years. Once it spreads to the lungs there is no going back. Surgery or radiation would have just been needless pain delaying the inevitable. So we made him as comfortable, happy and pain free as we could for 4 weeks after the diagnosis. He was showered with all of the love we had and everything he loved to eat until we knew from the pain in his eyes that it was time. I still cry about him sometimes, but I am trying to find comfort in his two siblings and the fact that we gave him a good life. There is really nothing like the pure, unconditional love of a pet, they truly are family. So thank you all for reading this tribute as we mourn our wonderful boy and process the grief.