She had liver disease and it got the best of her. She died pretty peacefully, on a blanket, with a pillow. I was petting her and trying to comfort her in some way, and I did the best I could to help her ease in to the next plane or level or just out of this one. I didn't know what to do and I was not ready to handle the soul transition of a cat. I doubt if I did it right.
We adopted her in February. A five year old female whose elderly owner, Violet, had died. Fixed, all her shots, ready to be a lap cat for the next ten yrs or so. When we got her home she was naturally shy but was coming out to play and explore learning to know us and the huge house. So much to see and do here after living in a studio apartment with Violet her whole life. Soon her behavior changed. She was withdrawn and wouldn't eat. She stopped pooping but still drank water and peed, I chalked it up to anxiety and figured she would snap out of it, but she didn't. We took her to the vet 2 weeks ago after I picked her up and her spine was poking out. I decided to weigh her and she weighed under 6 lbs. She weighed 8 lbs when she got here. This was more than picky eating and we took her in.
The vet said "advanced liver disease, 2 months or less to live. Give her lots of water and antibiotics and steroids and if you want there is a $$$ operation that might or might not help. Bring her in to be euthanized if she stops using the cat box or doesn't respond when you call or seems to be suffering".
I gave her the pills three times a day. She didn't fight much, took them well and they really seemed to make her feel better. She ate a little every day for a couple of days and even had a bowel movement. Then one day I tried to give her a pill but she gagged and gagged and gagged and GAGGED I will spare you the full five minutes of gagging, until the pill came up wet and mushy but still a pill. I didn't give her another pill, it was too traumatic for both of us. That was Tuesday, last. I was ready to take her in this morning but she died last night.
She passed last night before dinner but I didn't say anything to the boy until this morning. It was creepy enough for me sleeping with a dead cat in my room, I didn't want to freak out the boy.
She lay in her carrier all day on the back porch until the sun started shining then I brought her back in the house for a couple of hours.
This evening before dinner we had a nice funeral for her. I dug a big hole and got some rocks together early in the day and then when the man and the boy got home we took the cat out and buried her with a toy and a mouse that Mickey cat had killed the other day. That way she's got something to play with in the afterlife.
We covered her with a towel and laid heavy rocks on her body to hopefully prevent any wild animals from digging her up. Then we put a layer of earth and some flower plants and watered the whole thing down. It was a nice ceremony. I took a photo.
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Don't scroll down if you don't want to see a photo of her in her grave.
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RIP Minnie Kitty, Pretty Little Bitty Girl. You are with Violet again. We will all miss you even though we barely got to know you.
5 comments:
My deepest condolences to Minnie. She is a darling. Thanks for sharing her story. Kudos to you, ZB. You have done an amazing job in keeping the last days of her life as comfortable as possible.
Sorry to hear about your kitty. At least you gave her care and comfort in her last days and a nice respectful send off. I'm sure she appreciates your love and care.
Sorry for your loss. We lost our kitty of fifteen years a few months ago to diabetes (2x per day shots for 3 yrs) and kidney failure. Thank you for taking care of Minnie.
I'm so sorry... she isn't suffering any more, and you took good care of her while you had her...
Oh honey, I'm so sorry... I think you did very well handling her passing. What a shame she didn't get to spend more time with you.
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