It’s been so hot. I really dislike this time of year. I told Danny the other day, that summer can leave now. 96 degrees is too hot for this country girl. Things tend to not get done outside until the evening, or I get up earlier trying to beat the heat.
My cat was sick. She was a part of my family for 14 years, and at the beginning of the month, we had to make the decision to have her put down. Sometimes, when it’s a farm animal, something you’ve raised to be eaten, if you have to make that decision, it can be a little easier. But, when it’s a pet, it seems to be the hardest decision you will ever make.
I’m not saying that either decision is easy by any means. I’m prepared though for it when it comes to butchering animals. It’s expected of that animal. I raise them for that. They live a good life being loved and cared for. This is a working farm, that is how we feed ourselves.
It kind of put me in a funk. I didn’t really want to do much of anything. I mean, it was hard for me to let her go, and the guilt. Holy shit. I’m still feeling it. If I had just spent more time over with her and the other animals, maybe I could have caught it earlier. I don’t know. But, it’s something that I have to deal with.
We had her cremated. I have to pick up her ashes on Monday. I know that some people think that’s weird, but I really don’t give a shit. My animals are my family. My favorite, oldest dog, my protector and best friend, is buried here on the farm. She spent most of her life here and it seemed fitting.
Dandi was willing to go wherever we took her, she loved riding in the car, sleeping in the back window. She was my cuddle cat, always in your lap and loved to lay with you while you were reading, or playing video games. It wasn’t a matter of what you were doing as long as she could be with you.
I’m going to miss her. I do miss her. But, it’s time to get stuff done. I don’t have pretty words to give her or you, or even myself. She deserved them though. It’s hard losing a pet, it’s even harder to lose a friend. We take them for granted, thinking they will always be there, and when they aren’t, it’s a hard loss to deal with.
I love you, Dandi girl.