Farewell mystic creature

My cat died today. He (or it whatever) was 14 years old, and as I write he rests below the land of my backyard. I loved that animal very much, but no one could really notice it because we both have the same personality. We don't need to be together all the time, we don't say cheesy things every time we meet, and I never knew where he went all nights. We coexisted in peace and silence, and that's something that doesn't happen very often in life.

Of course that we are talking about a relationship with an animal, animals do not speak our language, but they resemble humans in the need of attention, the need for feedback. My cat and I were different. In fact, he didn't "die" today.

I took him to a vet and then the vet took his life away. I had to sign a piece of paper called "eutanasia agreement", in which I authorized the decease of muy pet. Nino (my cat) was in a lot of pain because of a recently developed bone cancer in his paws, and the doctor said that with medication and treatment we could give him 6 more months of life. But he wouldn't be healthy again and the medication would just extend his misery. It was very hard, very hard for me to put him to sleep today, but I did that for a reason. I decided to let Nino keep his dignity, the only thing that matters to a cat. that and his freedom. I was setting him free of his pain and sending him to someplace better with his dignity untouched. He died with all his senses, with food in his stomach and with a complete body.

I still wonder if I did the right thing... If I was the one sentenced to death, I would desire the same treatment. If my decadence is inevitable and my illnesses are uncurable, at least I want a nice, honorable death. Thanks..-

Big M