she finally ran out of lives
So Willow went to live with the vet for a week. (It's a very small practice -- when she has an animal who needs a lot of attention, she brings them home with her each night, and back to the office each day.) Willow kept limping along, refusing to eat, but still looking pretty alert. So we were all still in suspense: was her main problem the respiratory infection, in which case she could potentially fight it off and return to a satisfying life, or was it a brain tumor, in which case there was nowhere to go but down? A seizure finally settled the question, so now she is gone.
We didn't get a digital camera until after we had kids, so pictures of our pets are pretty scarce. Here's the best photo of Willow I have on the computer -- she's the tortoise-shell (and these are our original five pets, in a very rare alignment).
ETA: I feel like she deserves a better eulogy. She was our star of the show -- the cat who walked right up to all visitors and charmed them with her flirtatiousness and her gorgeous, absurdly lush fur. She played with our oldest cat, Bruce, when they were both young, and she sort of reluctantly adopted Orange, our first stray, as a substitute kitten when we found him. But overall she preferred the company of people to that of cats, and would have been happier as someone's pampered only darling. She also would have been happier if she'd been allowed to go outside and kill things regularly, so I'm glad that we gave her that opportunity every so often after we moved here.
She loved cabbage and kale and broccoli, and armpits, and smelly drains, so she wasn't all lady-like all the time! She was a really good cat.
We didn't get a digital camera until after we had kids, so pictures of our pets are pretty scarce. Here's the best photo of Willow I have on the computer -- she's the tortoise-shell (and these are our original five pets, in a very rare alignment).
ETA: I feel like she deserves a better eulogy. She was our star of the show -- the cat who walked right up to all visitors and charmed them with her flirtatiousness and her gorgeous, absurdly lush fur. She played with our oldest cat, Bruce, when they were both young, and she sort of reluctantly adopted Orange, our first stray, as a substitute kitten when we found him. But overall she preferred the company of people to that of cats, and would have been happier as someone's pampered only darling. She also would have been happier if she'd been allowed to go outside and kill things regularly, so I'm glad that we gave her that opportunity every so often after we moved here.
She loved cabbage and kale and broccoli, and armpits, and smelly drains, so she wasn't all lady-like all the time! She was a really good cat.