Rest In Peace, Pru. (2000-2011)
I really want a freaking drink right now, but we're fresh out. I just want a nice, cold, Sam Adam's...So I can just sit here and relax and chill out...
If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of shot right now. One of our cats passed away last night, after what we could only determine was a short bout with some kind of intestinal/stomach cancer.
We noticed she was sick a few days ago, when she started getting rather bloated. We thought about taking her to the vet, but she was still eating and drinking and playing and whatnot, so we left her be. She got so very stressed when getting shoved in a carrier that we figured it'd be too much for her to handle if she wasn't feeling well.
Over the weekend, it got to the point where she couldn't walk anymore, and would collapse if she tried. It wasn't like it hurt her, because she would always roll on her back and purr and whatnot when you pet her; it was more like she was too heavy for her old legs to carry. Eventually it got to the point where she could barely go anywhere, but with it being the weekend, the only vet in the area was closed, so there was really nothing we could do but keep her comfortable.
She said her goodbyes by eliciting a bunch of love and attention from all of us, then she got up and huffed herself all the way across the house in one go, into our room to my side of the bed, and flopped down on her side in the dark. She just wanted to be alone as she slipped away, I guess, but she needed to be as close to my scent as she could without being with me...It took her a few minutes to finally just let herself pass on, and she went really peacefully, which makes me feel a lot better about the whole thing.
Our first two cats had terrible, awful times (both had to be put down while suffering, one of which was basically in a coma), and our third cat stroked out and gasped for air for a few minutes in the middle of the night...So, her going like that was MUCH better than you'd probably imagine.
We took her out with our many other pets (and the pets from my mother's childhood) and buried her in my grandmother's backyard, underneath the pine trees I planted as a kid. It was a lot easier this time than last time, but I don't expect to be lax with it for too long...Someday soon, I'll be sitting in the living room, and start bawling because she's not clambering to get in my lap. Sigh~ It rained last night and today, just like with Morpheus.
Life moves on...And death does too.
I'm glad you're not suffering anymore, and that you didn't have to go through a painful, traumatic end. I trust you're in good company, with Bumble, Blinkey, Midnight, Morpheus, and dad. I'll always miss you, Prussian, and always love you. Don't you ever, every forget that.
If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of shot right now. One of our cats passed away last night, after what we could only determine was a short bout with some kind of intestinal/stomach cancer.
We noticed she was sick a few days ago, when she started getting rather bloated. We thought about taking her to the vet, but she was still eating and drinking and playing and whatnot, so we left her be. She got so very stressed when getting shoved in a carrier that we figured it'd be too much for her to handle if she wasn't feeling well.
Over the weekend, it got to the point where she couldn't walk anymore, and would collapse if she tried. It wasn't like it hurt her, because she would always roll on her back and purr and whatnot when you pet her; it was more like she was too heavy for her old legs to carry. Eventually it got to the point where she could barely go anywhere, but with it being the weekend, the only vet in the area was closed, so there was really nothing we could do but keep her comfortable.
She said her goodbyes by eliciting a bunch of love and attention from all of us, then she got up and huffed herself all the way across the house in one go, into our room to my side of the bed, and flopped down on her side in the dark. She just wanted to be alone as she slipped away, I guess, but she needed to be as close to my scent as she could without being with me...It took her a few minutes to finally just let herself pass on, and she went really peacefully, which makes me feel a lot better about the whole thing.
Our first two cats had terrible, awful times (both had to be put down while suffering, one of which was basically in a coma), and our third cat stroked out and gasped for air for a few minutes in the middle of the night...So, her going like that was MUCH better than you'd probably imagine.
We took her out with our many other pets (and the pets from my mother's childhood) and buried her in my grandmother's backyard, underneath the pine trees I planted as a kid. It was a lot easier this time than last time, but I don't expect to be lax with it for too long...Someday soon, I'll be sitting in the living room, and start bawling because she's not clambering to get in my lap. Sigh~ It rained last night and today, just like with Morpheus.
Life moves on...And death does too.
I'm glad you're not suffering anymore, and that you didn't have to go through a painful, traumatic end. I trust you're in good company, with Bumble, Blinkey, Midnight, Morpheus, and dad. I'll always miss you, Prussian, and always love you. Don't you ever, every forget that.