We will miss you, always...
Well everyone,
As of 6 pm this evening, Peaches is no longer with us:(
She was 19 years of age, diabetic and full of life and love.
She was my baby girl.. my princess and I will miss her sooooo much. It was fun having her around, even though for the last year or so, all she did was sit and watch everyone, she just loved to snuggle up to me at night and sleep peacefully and was happy to be here. I miss her so much!
***Please reply to this thread with any and all memories you have of Peaches. I would like to keep this post going with happiness**.
She came along way in life. She had had 2 litters, 1 litter of 3 and another litter of 6, unfortunately the one we had kept from her first litter ran away after we fixed him and the second litter met with a tragic car accident. Yet still she still pushed on. She became almost feral for a year when my dad went fucking crazy and kicked all the cats out of the house, but I was able to save her back to domesticated. She was so meek and shy of other people and really didn't want to be around anyone except myself and the Hamster we had for a short while. Through lack of better foods, she had become overweight and a bit of a tubby. Such can happen to complacent animals, she was finally back to us, feral gone. She started to loose a bit of weight as time went on. Then Spunky had a stroke and we had to help her off to kitty heaven. Then Muffin got really sick and Peaches tried to surrogate her back to health by keeping her warm and clean. Unfortunately, we lost Muffin as well. It was only Peaches. She started to slowly warm up to my sister and Mom but was still untrusting of anyone but myself. She even was overprotective of me, especially when I was sick. I remember I had a fever and my mom came down to check on me. I had a loft bed at the time and as my mom tried to touch my forhead, Peaches put herself between my mom and me and kind of blocked the way a bit. She stayed that way for about a day, then let my mom touch my forhead the next day.
Later her and I moved into an apartment and we had the ultimate bond. I would come home from work and play Diablo II and she would jump in my lap and snuggle while I cracked out. Then around my bedtime, she would get on the bed and start yellling at me to come to bed. Funniest thing.. hehe, she new my schedule and became my mother:-p I remember the first time I met Arial in Diablo II, right was the door opened and you hear her booming voice, Peaches had jumped into my lap and scared the crap out of me to where I yelped. Kind of funny, she looked at me like I was crazy. So cute:)
Then I went to the Gathering of the Clans Event for Amtgard and was gone for a week. When I came back is when she started peeing on the carpet. At first I thought she was mad for leaving her with a housesitter. After 4 days, I called the vet and after the appointments, they found that she was diabetic. I was devistated.. my baby had diabeties:( That was 5 years ago. Since then she's been in pretty decent health for being diabetic. She knew the shots made her feel better and she would keep me on schedule. It still hurt everyday to have to subject her to it, but she was happy. She wasn't in pain and she wasn't suffering.
Then money started getting really tight and I needed a roomate. In walks Jim and oh boy was she not happy! She didn't like him one bit. She hated him until after we slept together, then she adopted him:) About a year later is when Jim brought Quincy in (Quincy was staying with Jim's mom while he was away in Arizona). She was all sorts of happy to have a cat roomy, but he was in a bad mood the night we brought him home. She amazily put up with it for about 4-5 hours then decided to say "Fuck you". Since then they got along except for the struggle for dominance.
As the years went by, they got along more and more. Especially when we had to move. They sold the house we were renting so we moved in with a friend so he wouldn't loose his house. Around this time is when things started getting weird. Quincy started vomiting and Peaches started sleepwalking. It was really eerie really, not funny at all. He had a dog and Peaches did NOT like the dog. The dog peed on all of our stuff, even had the balls to climb into our bed, boy Peaches REALLY did not like that. Quincy of course tormented that dog and amazingly, Peaches and Quincy did not fight once while we lived there, but both of them were extremely pissed off and not themselves. Shit, I wasn't even myself, extremely emotional and pissed off alot. It just wasn't "our home" Then we had to move AGAIN! because the friend couldn't afford the house even with us paying rent and helping out. We are now in a very nice 2 bedroom apartment with a huge kitchen and vaulted ceilings:) Both cats started coming around, Quincy had only vomited once while here so far (been two weeks). She was happy and relaxed again, but not 100%. She started sleeping sometimes by the back sliding glass door last week and I should have known then that things would go quickly, and they did.She was still sleeping in bed with us when we first hit the hay at night, but would wake up in the middle of the night and start with the panicky cries. Last night she woke me up twice, and in the back of my mind, that wasn't right, usually only once a night. She missed the box completely with her urine (which was a common occurance but usually only once every few days). Last night started them on Iams Lamb and rice and they loved it. Gave her her shot and all was good. Then the first time she woke me up, I quieted her down. The second time, I hung out with her longer and now that I think about it, she was acting a bit off, but only slightly.
This morning fed them and gave her her shot, she was drinking water when I gave it to her.
On the way to work, I heard Poison's "Give me Something to Believe In" and just started crying uncontrollably. No fucking reason at all and had to get ahold of myself. Then in our staff meeting, got really pissed off because a co-worker is stepping on my toes AGAIN and I totally disagreed with what boss said. Then after the meeting, I pulled her aside to talk about it. Then she started asking me about how things were going with the move since she'd been gone the previous week and not around much the week before. Told her that we finally got moved into the apartment, Quincy might have cancer since he's MR BONEY now and I'm not so sure about Peaches. We had taken Quincy to the vet a few weeks ago, they did a full blood and urine work up and found nothing, but said that they need to do an ultra-sound to look for small cell lymphoma but we cannot afford that. I think its a food allergy and stress from the moves. Then I started balling like a fucking baby again..also thought I was late on my period... heh, just started after I finished the conversation with boss. So she empathized, said that the work stuff was easy to fix but the cat situations were really tough. The rest of the day went ok. Jim calls at 4 and asks if I can let him in as he forgot his keys. Told co-workers I would be back in 20, had to let Jim in. Let him in and couldn't find Peaches.
Finally found her in a heap in the corner of the office where I sit, it looked like she had fallen over and just didn't get up. I picked her up and she started crying loudly. Tried to set her back down and she started flopping and walking in circles. Tried again a few minutes later in case it was the "sleep walking" again, nope FUCK she had a fucking stroke.....
This was not the way she was supposed to die. she was supposed to fall asleep and not wake up. She indeed had a stroke and her eyes wandered and she was still holding on. So needless to say we had to assist her to permanent sleep. We stayed for the process (as we didn't stay for spunky and that fucked me up, stayed with muffin and that gave us closure). She was ready to go, but when they took her into the back, she gave one last effort and freaked out, didn't know she was going to come back in the room, but they brought her back in on a sedative, she was finally relaxed, looks at all of us and we were able to say our goodbye's. The moment she stopped breathing, I could feel her happiness. No more insulin shots, no more krickety old bones, but sad she couldn't hang around with us. I am waiting forward to the visitation dreams and am sad to have her gone, but happy that she can be free:) oh fuck I miss her so goddamn much right now!!!!! I know she was " just a cat" as some people put it but she was my soulmate. Jim is too, but she had filled that void before Jim came into the picture. I really feel like a piece of me is truly gone and will never come back :(
As of 6 pm this evening, Peaches is no longer with us:(
She was 19 years of age, diabetic and full of life and love.
She was my baby girl.. my princess and I will miss her sooooo much. It was fun having her around, even though for the last year or so, all she did was sit and watch everyone, she just loved to snuggle up to me at night and sleep peacefully and was happy to be here. I miss her so much!
***Please reply to this thread with any and all memories you have of Peaches. I would like to keep this post going with happiness**.
She came along way in life. She had had 2 litters, 1 litter of 3 and another litter of 6, unfortunately the one we had kept from her first litter ran away after we fixed him and the second litter met with a tragic car accident. Yet still she still pushed on. She became almost feral for a year when my dad went fucking crazy and kicked all the cats out of the house, but I was able to save her back to domesticated. She was so meek and shy of other people and really didn't want to be around anyone except myself and the Hamster we had for a short while. Through lack of better foods, she had become overweight and a bit of a tubby. Such can happen to complacent animals, she was finally back to us, feral gone. She started to loose a bit of weight as time went on. Then Spunky had a stroke and we had to help her off to kitty heaven. Then Muffin got really sick and Peaches tried to surrogate her back to health by keeping her warm and clean. Unfortunately, we lost Muffin as well. It was only Peaches. She started to slowly warm up to my sister and Mom but was still untrusting of anyone but myself. She even was overprotective of me, especially when I was sick. I remember I had a fever and my mom came down to check on me. I had a loft bed at the time and as my mom tried to touch my forhead, Peaches put herself between my mom and me and kind of blocked the way a bit. She stayed that way for about a day, then let my mom touch my forhead the next day.
Later her and I moved into an apartment and we had the ultimate bond. I would come home from work and play Diablo II and she would jump in my lap and snuggle while I cracked out. Then around my bedtime, she would get on the bed and start yellling at me to come to bed. Funniest thing.. hehe, she new my schedule and became my mother:-p I remember the first time I met Arial in Diablo II, right was the door opened and you hear her booming voice, Peaches had jumped into my lap and scared the crap out of me to where I yelped. Kind of funny, she looked at me like I was crazy. So cute:)
Then I went to the Gathering of the Clans Event for Amtgard and was gone for a week. When I came back is when she started peeing on the carpet. At first I thought she was mad for leaving her with a housesitter. After 4 days, I called the vet and after the appointments, they found that she was diabetic. I was devistated.. my baby had diabeties:( That was 5 years ago. Since then she's been in pretty decent health for being diabetic. She knew the shots made her feel better and she would keep me on schedule. It still hurt everyday to have to subject her to it, but she was happy. She wasn't in pain and she wasn't suffering.
Then money started getting really tight and I needed a roomate. In walks Jim and oh boy was she not happy! She didn't like him one bit. She hated him until after we slept together, then she adopted him:) About a year later is when Jim brought Quincy in (Quincy was staying with Jim's mom while he was away in Arizona). She was all sorts of happy to have a cat roomy, but he was in a bad mood the night we brought him home. She amazily put up with it for about 4-5 hours then decided to say "Fuck you". Since then they got along except for the struggle for dominance.
As the years went by, they got along more and more. Especially when we had to move. They sold the house we were renting so we moved in with a friend so he wouldn't loose his house. Around this time is when things started getting weird. Quincy started vomiting and Peaches started sleepwalking. It was really eerie really, not funny at all. He had a dog and Peaches did NOT like the dog. The dog peed on all of our stuff, even had the balls to climb into our bed, boy Peaches REALLY did not like that. Quincy of course tormented that dog and amazingly, Peaches and Quincy did not fight once while we lived there, but both of them were extremely pissed off and not themselves. Shit, I wasn't even myself, extremely emotional and pissed off alot. It just wasn't "our home" Then we had to move AGAIN! because the friend couldn't afford the house even with us paying rent and helping out. We are now in a very nice 2 bedroom apartment with a huge kitchen and vaulted ceilings:) Both cats started coming around, Quincy had only vomited once while here so far (been two weeks). She was happy and relaxed again, but not 100%. She started sleeping sometimes by the back sliding glass door last week and I should have known then that things would go quickly, and they did.She was still sleeping in bed with us when we first hit the hay at night, but would wake up in the middle of the night and start with the panicky cries. Last night she woke me up twice, and in the back of my mind, that wasn't right, usually only once a night. She missed the box completely with her urine (which was a common occurance but usually only once every few days). Last night started them on Iams Lamb and rice and they loved it. Gave her her shot and all was good. Then the first time she woke me up, I quieted her down. The second time, I hung out with her longer and now that I think about it, she was acting a bit off, but only slightly.
This morning fed them and gave her her shot, she was drinking water when I gave it to her.
On the way to work, I heard Poison's "Give me Something to Believe In" and just started crying uncontrollably. No fucking reason at all and had to get ahold of myself. Then in our staff meeting, got really pissed off because a co-worker is stepping on my toes AGAIN and I totally disagreed with what boss said. Then after the meeting, I pulled her aside to talk about it. Then she started asking me about how things were going with the move since she'd been gone the previous week and not around much the week before. Told her that we finally got moved into the apartment, Quincy might have cancer since he's MR BONEY now and I'm not so sure about Peaches. We had taken Quincy to the vet a few weeks ago, they did a full blood and urine work up and found nothing, but said that they need to do an ultra-sound to look for small cell lymphoma but we cannot afford that. I think its a food allergy and stress from the moves. Then I started balling like a fucking baby again..also thought I was late on my period... heh, just started after I finished the conversation with boss. So she empathized, said that the work stuff was easy to fix but the cat situations were really tough. The rest of the day went ok. Jim calls at 4 and asks if I can let him in as he forgot his keys. Told co-workers I would be back in 20, had to let Jim in. Let him in and couldn't find Peaches.
Finally found her in a heap in the corner of the office where I sit, it looked like she had fallen over and just didn't get up. I picked her up and she started crying loudly. Tried to set her back down and she started flopping and walking in circles. Tried again a few minutes later in case it was the "sleep walking" again, nope FUCK she had a fucking stroke.....
This was not the way she was supposed to die. she was supposed to fall asleep and not wake up. She indeed had a stroke and her eyes wandered and she was still holding on. So needless to say we had to assist her to permanent sleep. We stayed for the process (as we didn't stay for spunky and that fucked me up, stayed with muffin and that gave us closure). She was ready to go, but when they took her into the back, she gave one last effort and freaked out, didn't know she was going to come back in the room, but they brought her back in on a sedative, she was finally relaxed, looks at all of us and we were able to say our goodbye's. The moment she stopped breathing, I could feel her happiness. No more insulin shots, no more krickety old bones, but sad she couldn't hang around with us. I am waiting forward to the visitation dreams and am sad to have her gone, but happy that she can be free:) oh fuck I miss her so goddamn much right now!!!!! I know she was " just a cat" as some people put it but she was my soulmate. Jim is too, but she had filled that void before Jim came into the picture. I really feel like a piece of me is truly gone and will never come back :(