RIP
The day before Halloween, 1993, I convinced my mom to come look at a kitten someone at my preschool had found. She fell for the feisty but sweet six-month-old kitten too, and we brought her home (without asking/telling my dad beforehand). It being the day before Halloween, and me being four and all, I decided that her name should be Pumpkin. She wasn't orange, although she did have some orangish markings, but that was irrelivant.
Last Wednesday, she threw up most of her body's worth of blood.
Thursday, we discovered that her body was actually destroying her blood for some reason, she was extremely low on a couple electrolytes and that they would be very difficult to build back up, and of course she'd been sick with some disease that we didn't really understand for a while... We made the decision to put her down.
I brought her home for a little while, to lay with her on my chest one last time... She was obviously tired out -- could barely stand. I knew we had made the right choice...
That afternoon, she passed away at 16. Love you, little kitty.
I know that we did the right thing, and I'm glad that she's not suffering anymore. It's just... weird. Weird going into my room and not being meowed at. Weird sleeping without that warm weight next to me. Weird not having to worry about feeding her, or scooping her litter. She was this big link back to my childhood, too. But that's growin' up for ya, I guess...
Last Wednesday, she threw up most of her body's worth of blood.
Thursday, we discovered that her body was actually destroying her blood for some reason, she was extremely low on a couple electrolytes and that they would be very difficult to build back up, and of course she'd been sick with some disease that we didn't really understand for a while... We made the decision to put her down.
I brought her home for a little while, to lay with her on my chest one last time... She was obviously tired out -- could barely stand. I knew we had made the right choice...
That afternoon, she passed away at 16. Love you, little kitty.
I know that we did the right thing, and I'm glad that she's not suffering anymore. It's just... weird. Weird going into my room and not being meowed at. Weird sleeping without that warm weight next to me. Weird not having to worry about feeding her, or scooping her litter. She was this big link back to my childhood, too. But that's growin' up for ya, I guess...