I snapped, I lost it…but I believe I was meant to.
Last night after a long day I was trying to rest on the couch with my cat Pickles who is actively dying of cancer.
Something came over me. It was a force of energy that I could not ignore. It was painful and it was mentally so uncomfortable and physically my heart started to race along side my head.
It felt almost like a panic attack approaching.
Just then my son walked out of his bedroom (he is very intuitive) and he said “Mom what’s wrong?“
I lost it…I told him all my truth. I told him that it’s time to put Pickles down. We can’t keep this animal alive for our benefit. I told him how I was waiting for him to realize just how sick he is so we could decide together, but now I am suffering tremendously. I told him I cannot see this animal deteriorate any more and it is time.
My son…so graciously sat next to me hugged me and said he was sorry. He started crying and said he knew too. He was so kind. As upset as we both were there was also such relief.
What happened next…was so beautiful.
Pickles came off the back of the couch where he usually resides and he sat right in the middle of my son and I.
Pickles sprawled out and put his head on my sons lap and started purring louder than I have heard him in weeks. It felt like he was saying that it was alright.
I will call today to make an appointment to do this in our home with love and honor.