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my last Pepe post
I almost never wrote about Pepé when he was alive and now I'm blogging about him for the last time, but I still had some things to say.
He was a good cat because all he ever brought was joy and love and never grief.
We knew it was his time to go. His appointment was Saturday morning. Nick was coming home from River Falls for the weekend and could say his goodbyes.
I had read a very good but sad story just a week previous. It's about a family knowing it was time for their pet to say goodbye. They took him around so all his friends could say their goodbyes, fed him the best meal ever, took him to his favorite park and played his favorite games. Glad I read it, because when Pepé's time came a few days later I was better prepared to make sure his last days were happy ones.
He spent Thursday night in bed with me, hardly able to move. I listened to his breathing and heartbeat and told him I'd miss him. By Friday morning it was time.
A true blessing is a vet who will answer the phone at 7:00 a.m. and get you in by 8:00 without an appointment. I am thanking God for Dr. Rose Elliot at Gentle Care Vet. Hospital on Hwy. 59.
Nick didn't get to see Pepé one last time, but did help me bury him. Ground should've been frozen this time of year but wasn't. Plan is to plant a tree in his memory over him.
We don't usually make such a big deal out of a pet's death. I already gave my reasons. Every pet is special, but Pepé was more special than most. So glad we had the time to spend with him to properly say our goodbye. Not having that would've left a hole deeper than the grave.
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