Godspeed Little Cookie

I had to have Cookie put to sleep this evening. After consulting with the cardiologist, it became obvious that there was little chance of a positive outcome, if you can call recovering slightly from progressive, irreversible heart failure for 2-3 months maximum "a positive outcome."

I know I did the right thing and I could tell by the look in his eyes that Cookie needed me to do the right thing.

But it still hurts like hell, and although he was just a cat, he meant the world to me.

I'll be back later this week reader.