I had to put my old cat down today. I knew it was coming but that doesn't make it any easier and knowing she was starting to suffer. I knew for a long time I loved her so much and that the end would be hard on me. The worst part was the wait. Calling the vet and then what do you do for those few hours you have left? We spent it together listening to Paul. I put on the McCartney years. she wasn't such a big McCartney fan but I was always playing it for her and felt it was needed.
As I held her phsyically for the last time, petting her, hugging her, I realized how important Paul's music was to me. I always thought it was more then the music, who he was, what he stood for, the people he connected me to both good and snotty nasty. But the music was the main thing and the most important. It couldn't have been a better moment for me and my Cat to share in our final moments together.
I"m a wreck right now. Lighting grief candles and drinking. I know it will pass and she lived the best life. Even the vet said I was a great cat parent always giving her meds, bringing her in when she was sick at the right time. She was just very old.
I'm just more grateful to Paul then I'd ever been right now for his music. Ever. Yeah, Little Willow had me in tears but still, his music spans the spectrum of emotions. Just like I do.