Saturday we got a kitten, we named him Roman. He is one of the few cats I have let myself actually really attach to. How could I not? He was the true meaning of ‘kitten’. Loved to play, to cuddle, to sleep…everything was wonderful to Roman. He was NINJA KITTEN. One of his favored things to do was hide under the couch and swat at your foot when it came into sight. Half the time I didn’t even know he was under there.
But Roman had a problem…he had a prolapsed rectum. From everything the vet told us and the SPCA told L…there was just nothing that could really be done for him. Sure, we could have paid out the nose for a surgury that could fix the problem…for a short period of time. So this morning I sat on the couch and loved on him before L came with Roman’s sister Indy. He left Indy with us and took Roman to the SPCA so he could be humanely put down. The kids have been told that Roman is going to live with the doctor for a very long time because the doctor can help Roman with his ‘owie’…I have never wanted to hide the truth so much from these kids in my life. I always tell them the truth, but in this case…I can’t. They are too young and too innocent to need to know about this sort of thing.
So for now…we’ll miss you Roman.
Simply Huggs you.
Aww Beckah, I’m sorry, that’s sad. Poor widdle Roman