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Mischa, my cat of 19 years who I have had since I was 1 year old, was put to sleep last night. This is the 2nd cat we've had to put down this year. She changed before my very eyes for the past few days; I was taking care of her everyday. But, last night, she was just so out of it that only a miracle, especially at her age, could save her. When I was sitting by her side, one of the kittens woke up [the one I call my son] came to me, sat on my lap and looked at me as if he were asking, 'What's wrong?' The irony of the new generation seeing what was happening with the older generation. When we took her to the emergency vet last night, the doctor said for a cat her age, everything was looking pretty good which was odd, except for one thing. And that one thing couldn't be fixed. The last time I saw my dad cry was back when I was a little girl. This cat was like my parents' 4th child, she had been with us for so long. Before they basically said there was nothing they could do, I was numb. I felt nothing. When they gave us time to say our goodbyes, I broke down, dropped to my knees. I kissed her on the head and told her I loved her so much. My mom and I stayed with her when she went off into the world peace where no suffering exists. On the ride home, after wiping my tears, I looked at the sky for some reason and I catch a shooting star. I instantly made a wish, despite how upset I was and my mom said, 'Maybe that was Mischa..' We just didn't want her to suffer anymore and now, she isn't & I'm currently finding the peace in that. She was the best cat, purring when even nobody was petting her, placing one paw over the other being all proper and being the queen of the house, because that's what she was. I love her and miss her so much already. She has gone to the Rainbow Bridge with the rest of the animals we had in the past. Rest in Peace, sweet girl. You were the best & will be greatly missed.
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