the saddest day

Kenzie is going to make his journey to the Rainbow Bridge tomorrow. He's been slowly declining the past week and a half, and it's time to let him go. He's having trouble walking, can't jump or climb, and is unsteady even when he stands. He likely has a brain tumor, and both of his vets agree that this is the best course of action. His heart is weak, and it would be cruel to subject him to testing. Plus, there would likely be little we could do for him even if we did confirm the diagnosis. He's still in good spirits and can eat and use the litterbox, though, so we decided to do this now, before he feels pain and becomes confused and unhappy. Kevin and I are taking vacation tomorrow and Amanda is watching Libby. We have a vet appointment at noon.

I'm home today and am trying to spend lots of time with Kenzie and give him all his favorite things. I slept in and cuddled with him this morning. I got out all his favorite blankets and am helping him settle in under his favorite heat vents. Tonight, I plan to make fish for dinner so that he can have a little, and I'll give him some milk and cheese tomorrow. And we've been giving him lots and lots of canned food, which he loves. Mostly, though, he just wants to sit with us and snuggle.

Needless to say, we're heartbroken. This little guy has been my constant pal, my unconditional little love for the past decade. He stole my heart when he was just 5 weeks old and has made me happy every day since. Please send us lots of love tomorrow and pray that Kenzie has a happy, peaceful day.