I've had Clara for about 19 years - ever since I was just 5 years old. I'm 24. There are few memories I have that take place before getting her. She's always been there, for as long as I can remember.
Clara's death, as I mentioned, wasn't a huge shock. It was, of course, to an extent. But in the end, she wasn't doing well. She's had feline diabetes for several years now. She was completely deaf and had been for the last couple of years. Her eye sight seemed to be starting to go as well. The last time I saw her, she was fairly unsteady on her feet. I had a horrible inkling the last time I was home it would be the last time I'd see her. Unfortunately, I was right.
My parents had the vet come to our house, which is a relief to know, since car rides of any length have always stressed Clara out. The vet gave her an injection, and my mom held her the whole time. My dad told me that it was very peaceful, and that she didn't flinch as the vet gave the injection. She just snuggled into my mom's arms, and then she was gone.
I miss her. I'm always going to miss her. She was my baby, my Clara. I can't imagine ever having a cat anything like her. She's the best. I love her so much. I'm not glad she's gone, of course, but I'm so relieved she's not in any pain or suffering to any degree anymore. I always said it, but never really felt it 100% until the last time I saw her, and then I knew. I never wanted to keep her alive for my own sake, but I hated the thought of losing her. I still do. I want more than anything for her to be with us and be healthy again. But this new alternative isn't as terrible as I thought. Of course I'd rather she be with us, no question about it. But knowing she's free of pain, of suffering or struggles, that's not the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it feels like it is, but I know that given the circumstances, it's the best thing for her.
So rest in peace, my Clarey. I love you.
Clara Belle, 1990-2009