R.I.P Nana

My first encounter with death came when I was about 4 years old. My last encounter with death came last week when our beloved cat (which we've had for 7 yrs) went into kidney and liver failure after having treated her for almost 3 weeks for a mysterious infection. 

We made the difficult decision to put her to sleep......I held her close to me on my lap....I wanted her to know that we love her and didn't want her to go alone. My tears came streaming down my cheeks as I left her body slowly become lifeless....my husband knelt in front of her caressing her head. She knew she was and will always be loved.

She is still moving with us to our new house this weekend.....and her love will always be with us. 

We love you Nana!