Sad

Feb 13, 2013 20:38

Today i had to have my precious Dunkin' euthanized. She was 'fine' earlier in the day. And when I came home from work, was demanding to be fed, as usual. I was lounging in bed watching a Highlander episode and she jumped up on the bed and curled up by my feet. Awhile later I felt her moving around... didn't think anything of it... figured she was changing position. Then she settled down, but a few minutes later I felt her moving around again. Being the couch potato that she is, this sudden activity finally made me sit up and look at her. She was struggling to get up on her feet, but couldn't. I put her up on her feet, and her back end immediately went over again, but she managed to pull her body up toward me. She looked so scared and miserable. I picked her up and cuddled her for a bit, singing 'her' special song to her, then let mom hold her to say her good-byes while I phoned our nearest local vet to see if I could bring her in. It was where I had taken her and Tessa for their initial shots and spaying when I first got them. Twenty years later, they hadn't been back, as anytime I needed anything done I would just take them to the barn when the barn vet was coming. The vet said I could bring her in right away. they actually still had her card! He said they didn't often see twenty year old cats. I stayed with her until the end. They offered to keep her body until I could see whether I could get a grave dug in our semi-frozen ground. The vet was doubtful that I would be able to, but God bless my edger. It not only did the job, it worked much better than the shovel did when I dug Tessa's grave in the summertime! So now I just have to pick her up after work tomorrow so I can bury her next to Tessa. Poor Pixie can't figure out where Dunkin's pee papers went, or why she's not here on my bed, or why Dunkin' is not there to keep her from eating right away. I know mom is taking it hard too.
I miss her so much already. I know it was the right thing to do... any other cat it would have been past time. But she was such a couch potato that she didn't mind not being able to be very active. She was happy right until this afternoon. I thank God for all the years I had with her. I have many, many good memories, and she was worth every bit of the special care she needed in her last years. Ah, the tears are coming again, so I'd best end this while I can still see.
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