04/04/2025
Last night, we had to say “goodbye” to our eldest cat kid, Ohanzee — just three days before his eighth birthday. We truly thought we had many more years together.
I rescued him as a tiny kitten from the mountains, and in his time with us, he moved cross-country three times, made so many friends, ate the best foods, and lived a full, adventurous life. Nothing in his health screenings ever indicated anything was wrong — until yesterday, when he suddenly struggled to breathe. We rushed him to the emergency vet, where he was placed on oxygen. They found fluid in his chest cavity and confirmed he was in heart failure.
Even as his body failed him, he showed us love — head-butting us and his nurses, despite gasping for air. He looked at us with a knowing gaze, then walked himself over to the blanket they set out, sprawling out just as he always did in the warmest sunspot. We knew then that keeping him alive any longer would be for us, not for him. And love sometimes means letting go.
Euthanasia carries a stigma, but in reality, it is an act of love. In a world shaped by humans, where so many species suffer from worsening health conditions, compassionate release is sometimes the kindest, most humane choice. We wanted more time, but we knew Ohanzee deserved peace.
My heart aches, but my partner reminded me that we should celebrate him even more than we grieve him. Because while his body has moved on, his spirit, love, and impact remain.
Hug your companions a little tighter today. Give them an extra treat, an extra walk, an extra playtime. Celebrate them while they’re here. And when the time comes, know that you’re not alone.
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🌈 Rest easy, sweet Ohanzee. My sweet shadow, my mountain boy. I know this isn’t really goodbye — it is only a “see you later.” 💖