I lost my sweet Polly today. Her health had been getting progressively worse for about a week so I was able to see it coming and prepare myself. She would have turned 17 next month.
She was SUCH a sweet and lovable cat. She loved being outside and she loved snuggling into the most random places which was always so entertaining for us.
Even though I knew it was coming I am still very sad. I have had her since I was in the 8th grade and she was the first thing (besides a hamster or two) that I ever mothered.
The joy that I found today was given to me by Ayden. Once I had discovered that she was gone I called Ayden over to me and told him I wanted to talk to him about something. I started to cry as I let him know what had happened and the sweet boy immediately gave me a hug. He asked a few questions, which I answered the best I could and then he got me a tissue and wiped my tears. He held me and told me he was sorry she had died. He was sensitive and empathetic and truly supported me as I grieved for my beloved cat.
We involved him in the burial process and answered all of his questions honestly and to the best of our abilities. Though her last few days were rough, she handled them gracefully. Her last gift to me was to gently helping Ayden begin to understand this part of life without anything traumatic happening. He handled it in a way that I never expected. He was tender hearted and mature beyond his years. I will always be grateful to Polly for giving us a chance to teach Ayden such valuable lessons at such a managable level. And I am so grateful to Ayden for being a shoulder to cry on.
Sweet, sweet Polly will be missed dearly.