Tigger had been steadily declining in health for 5 months. We kept putting off the decision, wondering if we would wake up one morning and the decision would have been made for us.
We waited for signs that he was suffering and tried some all natural pain medication. By Tuesday, it was no longer possible to put it off.
On the advice of my good FB/Bloggy friend Bunny, we took Tigger to the SPCA in Sanford FL.
I was okay until my loving husband started crying as I was signing all the paperwork. We couldn't bear to bring home an empty carrier, so we donated it to the shelter.
We have had a pet almost continuously in our 31 years of marriage and I had 3 cats before we got married. The house is very quiet. Mr Sunshine misses Tigger greeting him at the front door after work every night. I miss him in the kitchen when I'm cooking. Before his world became confined to the spot in front of his food dishes, he used to climb in bed with us every night...stretching out between us while we read, one of us scratching his back and the other one rubbing his head.
We have been remembering how tiny he was when he came home at 6 weeks.
We named him Tigger because Sorority Girl was in a production of Winnie The Pooh And Friends that week.
Cape Cod Kid showered his love on Tigger in a very different way. They re-enacted the famous scene where Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a live chicken.