I carried Sassy out to the car and positioned her on my lap as I sat down in the driver’s seat. We had gone on countless car rides together over the years, but this time it was different. Today we would take our last car ride together.
At first she meowed in protest, but before long she curled up on my lap as usual, and rested her head beneath my arm for comfort. I took my time and was in no rush to get to the vet. A few times she sat up as high as she could with my help and looked out the window at the scenery as we drove on by.
We pulled into the vet’s and received the diagnostic which we had tried to prepare for. A decision had to be made. Sassy was my cat and had been since birth. The decision was mine. With a shaking hand I signed the paper for Sassy Ouellette to receive her lethal injection. As she lay on the table I hugged her and comforted her. With tears streaming down my cheeks I repeatedly whispered the words in her ears, “I love you Sassy” and “thank you for being the best cat ever” over and over again. “I love you Sassy; I love you Sassy; I love you Sassy” I said while I stroked her little head. Twice I heard a near-silent whimper. Next I heard nothing. The doctor checked her heart beat. There was none.
I shook his hand and thank him for being sensitive and taking the time to explain the procedure to me so that I would know what to expect. He left me in the room with my mom who wanted to be present and we cried and hugged and I hugged Sassy again and again.
I wish I could hug her one more time. She was like my little girl and much more than a cat.
She was Sassy Ouellette and she was my little girl.