The passing of a fine cat
During the night, our old cat passed away. I'm quite downhearted right now. She's been a fine cat all through the years, but I'm glad she came back home after her absence to be with us during her final days.
When we got home from work last night, she was in a bad way. Very weak. I wrapped her in a towel and held for for a very long time, just talking to her and petting her. Letting her know how I cared about her. She was able to meow a couple of times and looked straight into my eyes when I talked to her.
Then she began to relax and she was no longer looking at me or anything. Just blankly staring, but still breathing. I told Brandon she wouldn't last the night.
I laid her in the doggy bed (since Sassy only rarely lays in it), still wrapped in the towel so she'd be as warm as possible and feel like she was being held. Then I went to bed. When I woke up this morning, the fight was over and she was gone.
I'll have Brandon bury her today.
She was indeed a fine cat, even though aggravating at times. Like when I'd wake up in the middle of the night while I was laying on my side and I'd find her perched on my hip, sleeping. Or laying across my feet making it impossible to even turn over. Times that she thought my toes were mice under the covers and she'd "catch" them.
Sometimes she'd sit or lay on the back of the couch and view the rest of us as though she were the queen of the kingdom. Other times, she'd try to go through the living room without touching the floor. We'd say she was avoiding floor sharks.
Any piece of paper that landed on the floor had to be sat on by her. A box or a paper grocery sack became her cave. After shopping, we'd often intentionally throw a paper sack in the floor to keep her occupied for awhile.
If she wanted to out and it was raining or cold, she'd start out with one foot, then make a mad dash back inside.
She entertained and amused us for near 15 years, and I'm going to miss her terribly.
When we got home from work last night, she was in a bad way. Very weak. I wrapped her in a towel and held for for a very long time, just talking to her and petting her. Letting her know how I cared about her. She was able to meow a couple of times and looked straight into my eyes when I talked to her.
Then she began to relax and she was no longer looking at me or anything. Just blankly staring, but still breathing. I told Brandon she wouldn't last the night.
I laid her in the doggy bed (since Sassy only rarely lays in it), still wrapped in the towel so she'd be as warm as possible and feel like she was being held. Then I went to bed. When I woke up this morning, the fight was over and she was gone.
I'll have Brandon bury her today.
She was indeed a fine cat, even though aggravating at times. Like when I'd wake up in the middle of the night while I was laying on my side and I'd find her perched on my hip, sleeping. Or laying across my feet making it impossible to even turn over. Times that she thought my toes were mice under the covers and she'd "catch" them.
Sometimes she'd sit or lay on the back of the couch and view the rest of us as though she were the queen of the kingdom. Other times, she'd try to go through the living room without touching the floor. We'd say she was avoiding floor sharks.
Any piece of paper that landed on the floor had to be sat on by her. A box or a paper grocery sack became her cave. After shopping, we'd often intentionally throw a paper sack in the floor to keep her occupied for awhile.
If she wanted to out and it was raining or cold, she'd start out with one foot, then make a mad dash back inside.
She entertained and amused us for near 15 years, and I'm going to miss her terribly.
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