A look through my eyes

I knew by the way he touched my hand, that he understood.  Our time together was over. 

Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I buried my head in his neck.  I would miss him terribly, he was my dear, dear friend, and had heard me cry, and had comforted me many, many times.  We had been dear friends for over 15 years.  In fact, we were so close to one another, there were times my husband felt like an outsider, he didn't understand the bond we had with one another.

But this friend, my beloved dear cat, was more than just a pet.

Having to make the decision to have him put down because of his poor health tore at my soul.

And yet...he seemed to understand.  He had served long and well.

One last stroke of his velvety fur, one final assurance of my love for him, and I gave the word.  Weeping violently, I held him as he sighed his last breath.

His journey was complete.

He was free.