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An extra month…
Posted by Kelly Adams on October 4th, 2006 
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I mentioned a couple of posts ago how our cat Susu had fought back from a serious illness. A few days ago, she took a turn for the worse and stopped eating again. Susu didn’t have the strength to fight back this time. We took her to the vet just a few hours ago, and released her from her pain. Irene and I were there with her at the last breath.
I’m sitting here now, with the little cat bed she was sleeping in earlier beside me. The heating pad I was using to keep her warm is still on…there, I just turned it off.
It shouldn’t be this way…she was supposed to live several more years. She came into our lives as a kitten along with her brother Bilbo. It’s just not right having one Siamese sibling: Bilbo and Susu are part of a whole.
Sharing our life with animals is rewarding…but I’m not good at this. Each time I say goodbye to one of our critters it feels like a piece of me is ripped out. There’s a piece of me that was attached to Susu, her purr, the way she curled up in the crook of my arm, how she licked my chin sometimes. I want her back.