There will be few words in this post, it is to date the hardest blog I have ever written, although I feel there will be more. But write it I must.
As always in life our week started as normal in our little idyll, but life turned on a pin, and yesterday we brought Wiglet home from the vet for palliative care. She has a mass in her chest cavity. Operating on her was an option, but the prognosis was poor, it’s already so large it’s pressing on her heart, and there is a high likelihood there are more tumours. She is only seven.
I have written before that we believe life is a huge lesson in letting things go. We just didn’t expect this painful, hard one so soon.
So we will let her go, we won’t prolong her suffering, we will let her go, with all the love in our broken hearts.
Nothing else matters now. We are in pain.