Comforting Words

Ron’s perspective is much better and wiser than mine has been: taking care of Mr. Fluffles was like having a parent with Alzheimer’s in the house: daily cleanup, rearranging our schedules, etc. It wasn’t good for us and it wasn’t necessary to keep Fluffles in a prolonged state of senility.

I felt guilty for the fact that he had failed, but his failing was a result of his getting old (19+), not neglect. In other words, something we couldn’t control or influence.

We tried to keep him fed and comfortable, but we couldn’t prevent the inevitable.