Taylor was my girl, my cat. She followed me everywhere. SHe would sleep with me every night lying on my hip or on my chest. She was my friend and we went through many hard times together. She helped me through the loss of my Dad and the suicide of my brother.
She developed Breast cancer which spread quickly and since she was 14 years old, the vet and I decided to make her as comfortable as possible with the time she had left. The last week of her life she stopped eating and I think she knew it was time to go. The day she died, she was crying and in a lot of pain. I took her to the vet and we decided that the most humane thing to do was to euthanized her. I was there when she was born and I was there when she died. I held her as they administered the drug and she slipped away in my arms knowing how much she was loved.
The grief I feel now is unbearable but I know I made the right decision in ending her pain. Unless you are a pet owner you can never know the pain that losing a pet can bring. I will never forget my little “Tatertot.” Sleep Well, my little Tate.
I miss you, with much love,
| Taylor Sherman |
| 15, Jan 2004 |
| Karen Sherman |