Grace can be encountered in the darkest of days, to paraphrase Dumbledore.

As some of you know, my cat had to be put down in early July.

It was truly one of the worst days of my life. If you’re a pet owner, you understand all too well.

Grace Before:

Bob had been diagnosed with the feline equivalent of Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma nearly a year previously.


Our vet told me that it was a chronic condition that could be managed over time with medication.

While not thrilled with the diagnosis, at least I had hope that he would live out his natural life in a normal fashion.

For the most part, he did.

It was only in mid-June when the situation became gut-wrenching.

I could see that he was losing weight faster than before. Even with a good appetite, he wasn’t taking in enough calories or nutrition to offset the difference.

He wanted to sleep a lot, more so than usual, and he started having difficulty walking up the stairs.

The vet increased his medication dosage, but it didn’t help.

When I called her office on Thursday, July 6, to see if we could increase it again, she suggested that I consider euthanasia.

There wasn’t any other choice.


Grace During and After: 

I was hoping he would peacefully pass away at home, but I was cautioned that very often the animal would be in pain beforehand.

I couldn’t stand the thought of putting my baby through that.

My husband contacted the vet our vet recommended; her practice consisted entirely of euthanasia visits to home or farms.

Rain had peppered our area off and on that day, including when she arrived.

She spoke with us calmly and reassuringly, explaining everything that would happen, when and why.

I literally wailed, my tears stinging and my nose burning.

Since Bob had been a stray before we adopted him, I thought it was fitting to take him outside one final time, where he would cross the Rainbow Bridge.

The sun came out, and I held him as he took his final breaths.

While it’s still painful to think about or write this, I am reminded of God’s grace that day, too.

I am blessed to have such a wonderful gift, a devoted pet that brought me much joy.


I am blessed that he lived nearly a year after diagnosis, when many pets die within weeks.

I am blessed that Bob had such good veterinary care, from a loving person.

I am blessed that the vet who performed the euthanasia was so calmly reassuring and loving toward him and us.

I am blessed that the sun came out and that Bob could be outside one final time.

I continue to be blessed with many beautiful memories of him. I also firmly believe that I will see him again one day. 

That eases the pain and hurt tremendously.


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