One Tear-Filled Tuesday

Jerry Lee's trip to the vet yesterday provided no good news for us. After talking with the doctor, who is the perfect balance of compassion and logic, we decided that sadly, little Jerry Lee would have to be put down. It was such a hard decision to come to because on the surface, he seems fine. But inside, things are very, very messed up.

Kim brought him home from the vet and we took him out to play in the back yard. His toes had never felt grass or dirt before, so we thought that would be a great way to spend his last afternoon on earth.

He had so much fun bouncing around and exploring the yard, pouncing on bugs, and watching Kim's cats, Nate and Tate chase and leap after their feather toy. We invited Sue over, so she could see him one last time too. When he started getting tired, we sat in the grass and took turns letting him sleep in our hands, laps, on our necks,, wherever he wanted to snuggle in.

He spent the evening romping with his siblings, and after a goodnight sleep and good breakfast, we delivered him to the Doctor, and said good bye.

For all us, in the back of our heads, we have always known that this would be the most likely out come for this precious little fellow, and because of this, I think he always got a few more pets, kisses and snuggles that the other kitties in the litter. So even though his life was brief, I assure you, it was good.

I want thank all of you for all the love, well wishes and support. I always told Jerry Lee about all the fans he had out there, loving him from afar.

I also want to thank Dr Sperlich at Browns Point Vet for gently guiding us through through this difficult decision making process.

Thank you everyone, for being there for all of us.