While I was away in Toronto I had to do something really tough for me. I had to put my cat down. He was really really sick, the vet had told us a month earlier that he had kidney failure. The vet wanted to put him down right then and there but I couldn't do it. My cat honestly had become like a brother and a child to me all in one. I had had him since I was two years old. That's 18 years Simon was in my life.
But after I arrived back in Toronto a few weeks ago his condition rapidly deteriorated. So my mom took him to the vet and with in hours she had picked me up and we were on our way to put my kitty down. I know that it is for the best. He probably wouldn't have survived that weekend and it would be just cruel to keep him alive any longer. I don't think I will ever stop missing Simon, he was my first pet, but he became more than that to me. He became my companion who I knew could do no harm to me.
He would have been 20 in September.
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