I just put my cat to sleep. About... 6 hours ago.
19 years 1 week. I don't know why, but so many die near Christmas. I hate this month. The number of funerals I have attended, the number of angel-versary... Getting old sucks. I'm at the age life starts taking far more then it gives.
I suspect the funeral is so soon because she wants to get it over.
Aldin is a black cat that liked to sleep on my head at night. He had a tumor in his head. They give him a shot to calm him down before they do the final injection. I remember sitting there, thinking, why are you waiting so long? He stopped moving 30 seconds after the first shot. He's in agony. He's bleeding from his ear because the tumor expanded to the point it's ruptured his skull. We've done everything we can, just get it over with. I'm always there, right to the end, even when it rips my heart out, but sometimes you just want to get the heart ripping over as soon as possible.
Your aunt just wants this over with. This funeral isn't about saying goodbye. She already said goodbye. The funeral is about everyone else, and right now, she doesn't care about anyone else.
