This was Pinkie. She was born on Thanksgiving in 1993. She passed on March 15, 2010. There is alot of mixed emotions going on here in this house today. There is more going on than meets the eye too. Pinkie was real sick the last few weeks, that I could tell. I just thought that she had an Upper Respiratory Infection. That was not all that I saw though. A few weeks back I think she had a mini-stroke. She has always been and indoor/outdoor cat and she stayed near the house all the time. Well a few weeks ago I let her out as usual and she would always jump out of the door and jump right back in after she did her business. She being 18 years old she didn't do alot of playing outside anymore--or inside for that matter. Anyway, she came back to the door to be let in but she didn't jump right in. I knew something was really wrong when she sat there shaking or wobbling and her head was hanging down and she look up when I called her name. I had to go out and pick her up and bring her in. That night I thought she was a gonner for sure. I told her that she could leave when she was ready and that how she had a long life with me and some other pleasant memories. She was better (or so I thought) in three days time. A week or so goes by and then she doesn't eat, so I feed her by syringe. That is stressful for the both of us. She becomes very weak and unstable and it was time to put her in her little hospital that I have for the ones who are sick. She got on the bathtub and would fall into it. I was afraid she would break something because she had become soo emaciated. When she threw up blood yesterday morning I then new something was drastically wrong and called the vet all teary eyed and asked how much it would be to put her down. I set up an appointment for tomorrow (Wednesday afternoon). Well I fed her and she seemed OK. I called my husband and told him about her and he came home right away. See she used to sleep on his lap ever day when he came home from work and slept with him when he used to fall asleep in the recliner. She would always be in his lap in the morning.
We took her to the vet yesterday. He did and exam on her and listened to my story intently. When he did an exam on her lower belly he puled out a large lump--the size of a golf ball and let me feel it and told me where it was. Doing so he told me something that I had already knew but wanted to ignore. He gave us a few minutes to decide, but I had already decided when he showed me the large lump what I should do. They took her back (and she was just like a little kid when she didn't want to go with them and looked at us with longing eyes) to put an IV in her so that they could administer the sleeping drug. While back there she had another coughing fit and more blood. When they brought her back into the room with us I knew she was almost gone then. We hugged her and talked to her and told her that we loved her and she laid her head in my hands and I told her that she was a good kittie and that she was going to see her mommy (Snit died 2 years ago). I told her, like I always told her when she was around that she will always be "Mommie's Little Girl". Now I had put another cat to sleep many years ago and he jumped when they administered the drug--not at the beginning but near the end of them administering it. I had a hard time with that. It took me months to get over that. I assumed that Pinkie would do the same thing but she didn't. She went off very peacefully. I really think that she was ready to go on. I know her mom was waiting for her because she was there in the house the night before. All the cats and the dog saw something. Well she is in now pain now and she really is with her mom.
The two tht really took it hard is the dog and the other male cat we have. Duke wanted to be on the couch and in our laps all last night and he is mopping around. He put his head in my lap and I talked to him about thigs that had happened. We allowed him to see Pinkie in her little casket but not the cats in here. They aready knew when we didn't come back in with Pinkie or the carrier that we took her in and also when I took her hospital down and cleaned it all up and put it away. Charlie on the other hand went under our bed three or four times and came out whining. He never really played with her, but that was where she would aly down all the time after she started getting sick. I didn't get much sleep last night. Charlie wanted pet lots and lots. Now he not a cat that likes alot of attention. He usually plays with Sunshine who is 3 years older than him. Sunshine became the nurturer and care taker when Snit passed away. I am watching to see what kind of dynamics will change now that Pinkie is gone. Shadow would always be the jealous one when Pinkie would crawl up in Dennis's lap and a few time she would strike her and get blasted for that from me. Now that Pinkie is gone I wonder how she will take it all.
I miss her much. It all seems kind of selfish in a way. I cry because I miss her even though I know she is not in pain anymore.
We took her to the vet yesterday. He did and exam on her and listened to my story intently. When he did an exam on her lower belly he puled out a large lump--the size of a golf ball and let me feel it and told me where it was. Doing so he told me something that I had already knew but wanted to ignore. He gave us a few minutes to decide, but I had already decided when he showed me the large lump what I should do. They took her back (and she was just like a little kid when she didn't want to go with them and looked at us with longing eyes) to put an IV in her so that they could administer the sleeping drug. While back there she had another coughing fit and more blood. When they brought her back into the room with us I knew she was almost gone then. We hugged her and talked to her and told her that we loved her and she laid her head in my hands and I told her that she was a good kittie and that she was going to see her mommy (Snit died 2 years ago). I told her, like I always told her when she was around that she will always be "Mommie's Little Girl". Now I had put another cat to sleep many years ago and he jumped when they administered the drug--not at the beginning but near the end of them administering it. I had a hard time with that. It took me months to get over that. I assumed that Pinkie would do the same thing but she didn't. She went off very peacefully. I really think that she was ready to go on. I know her mom was waiting for her because she was there in the house the night before. All the cats and the dog saw something. Well she is in now pain now and she really is with her mom.
The two tht really took it hard is the dog and the other male cat we have. Duke wanted to be on the couch and in our laps all last night and he is mopping around. He put his head in my lap and I talked to him about thigs that had happened. We allowed him to see Pinkie in her little casket but not the cats in here. They aready knew when we didn't come back in with Pinkie or the carrier that we took her in and also when I took her hospital down and cleaned it all up and put it away. Charlie on the other hand went under our bed three or four times and came out whining. He never really played with her, but that was where she would aly down all the time after she started getting sick. I didn't get much sleep last night. Charlie wanted pet lots and lots. Now he not a cat that likes alot of attention. He usually plays with Sunshine who is 3 years older than him. Sunshine became the nurturer and care taker when Snit passed away. I am watching to see what kind of dynamics will change now that Pinkie is gone. Shadow would always be the jealous one when Pinkie would crawl up in Dennis's lap and a few time she would strike her and get blasted for that from me. Now that Pinkie is gone I wonder how she will take it all.
I miss her much. It all seems kind of selfish in a way. I cry because I miss her even though I know she is not in pain anymore.
Changes
Yesterday our Dog, Duke got sick twice because of her loss. He is VERY sensitive to change. He has always been this way.
Charlie is still looking around for her.
The outdoor cats know something is wrong and I think it is because of the new grave.
So far no changes in social status of the indoor cats. This may take up to a week though. The only thing that I have noticed is that they are playing more but I am not sure if this is because of Pinkie not being here or just because it is spring.
Sunshine seems more depressed today though. She is the nurturer and always went to Pinkie and gave her nudges and kisses. She does that with all of them though, but she mostly did it with Pinkie.
For those of you who wonder about me getting another cat. I have four more indoor cats and a dog and 5 outdoor cats that call this home. I also notice three other feral cats that have been coming around. Most people don't know the difference between a stray and a feral cat. They are not the same at all. Ferals will never come to you and they will run at the sight of your eyes. Strays on the other hand will stay around and check you and the place out first and this may take a few months but Ferals will never do that.
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