Farewell to my old friend
Last night when I came home, Sarah cat was not doing well so I slept out in the living room with her. I went to my doctor's appointment, came home, picked up Sarah to take her to the vet and go to work.
However, they put me in a room instead of sending me on my way. My vet said I could do a work up to see what was wrong; but that she had deteriorated immensely since her March visit. Whatever was wrong with her was likely untreatable.; probably either cancer or heart disease. She had difficulty breathing indicating that something serious was also going on with her lungs. I could tell my vet would rather not prolong Sarah's suffering. She also had the professionalism to be delicate and let me run my course to accepting this reality as best as I could at the moment. I had to let her go. It was probably the most heartbreaking ten minutes I have had in recent memory but also the most merciful course to take.
Do you believe in omens?
When I was a kid I had this white Turkish Angora with a blue eye and an amber eye. She became really sick but the vet we had at the time was the type of unscrupulous character who encouraged us to keep her alive knowing she was suffering and terminal. After a miserable month and two thousand bucks, Mama Kitty crawled into her carrier and stared at my dad, letting my folks know it was time to let her go.
A couple months later, I dragged home Sarah.
My vet has a cage out front where they will put a homeless kitty up for adoption; one cat at a time. The cat that was in there today was a spitting image of Mama Kitty; the mismatched eyes were even on the same side (I checked a photo). She was about the same age Mama Kitty was when we found her.
No, I didn't take Priscilla home. But it served as reminder to not prolong suffering for Sarah.
Goodnight, my loyal friend. I miss you so much already so I'll see ya at the bridge.
However, they put me in a room instead of sending me on my way. My vet said I could do a work up to see what was wrong; but that she had deteriorated immensely since her March visit. Whatever was wrong with her was likely untreatable.; probably either cancer or heart disease. She had difficulty breathing indicating that something serious was also going on with her lungs. I could tell my vet would rather not prolong Sarah's suffering. She also had the professionalism to be delicate and let me run my course to accepting this reality as best as I could at the moment. I had to let her go. It was probably the most heartbreaking ten minutes I have had in recent memory but also the most merciful course to take.
Do you believe in omens?
When I was a kid I had this white Turkish Angora with a blue eye and an amber eye. She became really sick but the vet we had at the time was the type of unscrupulous character who encouraged us to keep her alive knowing she was suffering and terminal. After a miserable month and two thousand bucks, Mama Kitty crawled into her carrier and stared at my dad, letting my folks know it was time to let her go.
A couple months later, I dragged home Sarah.
My vet has a cage out front where they will put a homeless kitty up for adoption; one cat at a time. The cat that was in there today was a spitting image of Mama Kitty; the mismatched eyes were even on the same side (I checked a photo). She was about the same age Mama Kitty was when we found her.
No, I didn't take Priscilla home. But it served as reminder to not prolong suffering for Sarah.
Goodnight, my loyal friend. I miss you so much already so I'll see ya at the bridge.