The Passing of Phoebe ❤️💔❤️
(cross posted from fb)
I have not written about my Phoebe and what happened. The week before I'd been concerned about her and considered swapping Teabags appointment for her then she rallied round so we got her booked in for the Monday for an OAP check. The vets did blood tests, results next day and we'll see what's going on.
Unfortunately the next day Phoebe was not herself. Odd little things, wide circles, bit confused. I figured I'd ring the vet and let them know she wasn't right. But when Phoebe walked right Infront of the hoover my carer was using and her Paw went right between the wheels, her long coat belting away in the blast of air Without Any sign of a reaction from Phoebe I knew something very bad was wrong. Neither myself or the carer expected her to do that, we fully expected her to move away from, Not into the hoover. She seemed to be looking around but not seeing. Outwardly Phoebe didn't seem distressed about this either, even odder. She circled off to the bedroom and I checked on her, finding her in the catio wall exit, the low slim tunnel, tail hanging down into the room. I figured she was maybe getting air/land gossip, so left her but got a photo as, odd. I popped in to check on her five minutes later, still there. Got another photo. I thought this time was 10 minutes max but turned out to be 15 due to the camera details. I called her again and she partly turned her head towards me. I went to my little Phoebe, said do you want help and gently touched her back leg thinking in classic Phoebe style that she would move away from my hand. Instead, she tried to move back into my hand and I realised that something was very wrong. I freed her with some difficulty as she had a claw caught and was too weak to undo it. As I pulled her out of the tunnel I was Horrified at how cold she felt. I put her over my shoulder.... And she stayed there. Hanging over me, breathing odd, rattly, cold and weak. I know I had to make the call that I did Not want to make. I had never before in Phoebes life, held her that way. Phoebe was a hold me cat nor much of a fuss me cat. At vet appointment she would hide her head firmly into the crook of my arm.
Thirsk Vets were phenomenal. They were booked Solid but understanding the gravity when I said that Phoebe had taken a serious turn for the worse and having just seen her the day before, asked me to come in as soon as I could. Unfortunately I had the big meeting with the landlords and Girl Weekday starting in Tén minutes. I'd said I can get there about 4.30pm I have to get Tilly as transport first.
Then the landlord meeting started and little Phoebe started circling again, for some reason she walked round and round my chair, and each time bumped into my landladies leg in the same place. It was brutally clear that Phoebe's senses were shutting down. She was slowly dying in front of us. I picked her up and held her on my lap which calmed her greatly. She stayed like that for about 20 minutes and had Never done so since she was a tiny kitten. In fact my Only memory of Phoebe lying relaxed and content on my lap was when she accidentally peed on me as a six week old kitten and I then smelt perfect! Seventeen years since she had last done that. Eventually she wanted to leave and walked in circles around the room, displaying no real sense of where she was but nor distress either. She was looking but not seeing. Tilly arrived, the meeting wrapped up and I placed Phoebe in the carrier whilst my heart was breaking.
We arrived at the vets. The surgery was Jammed. I gave my name and Phoebe's and the receptionist looked at the screen puzzled as I didn't have an official appointment and then she realised. She told us to take a seat and they had a room waiting for us. Within Three minutes I was called into the room. Phoebe came out of the carrier and walked over the table, back to circling, she was actually unable to sense the table beneath her paws and walked on Air as she went off the table so I brought her onto me, she lay against me, calm and reassured. Both Tilly and I had been given chairs and we sat with Phoebe. Because I haven't much arm strength I braced myself by resting my feet on the Lower bar of the table so I was sort of lying/sitting and my legs supported further weight. It actually made me feel more relaxed. Phoebe lay in my arms and I realised how strange it was, this circle of life where the last time I'd ever held her like this was as a kitten seventeen years ago at the start of her life with me. And three times today at the end of our lives together. Phoebe received the very best of care, compassion and love and died peacefully in my arms. The last of that generation of kittens.
We were not rushed despite the very full waiting room and lack of official appointment. We were treated with the utmost compassion and care too. It was precious. It was beautiful and it was peaceful ❤️
My little Phoebe Furball. She never Needed me until the Night of the Killer Twig Attack which changed her entire attitude to me.
RIP my Phoebe, my wee Furby
1st October 2024
I have not written about my Phoebe and what happened. The week before I'd been concerned about her and considered swapping Teabags appointment for her then she rallied round so we got her booked in for the Monday for an OAP check. The vets did blood tests, results next day and we'll see what's going on.
Unfortunately the next day Phoebe was not herself. Odd little things, wide circles, bit confused. I figured I'd ring the vet and let them know she wasn't right. But when Phoebe walked right Infront of the hoover my carer was using and her Paw went right between the wheels, her long coat belting away in the blast of air Without Any sign of a reaction from Phoebe I knew something very bad was wrong. Neither myself or the carer expected her to do that, we fully expected her to move away from, Not into the hoover. She seemed to be looking around but not seeing. Outwardly Phoebe didn't seem distressed about this either, even odder. She circled off to the bedroom and I checked on her, finding her in the catio wall exit, the low slim tunnel, tail hanging down into the room. I figured she was maybe getting air/land gossip, so left her but got a photo as, odd. I popped in to check on her five minutes later, still there. Got another photo. I thought this time was 10 minutes max but turned out to be 15 due to the camera details. I called her again and she partly turned her head towards me. I went to my little Phoebe, said do you want help and gently touched her back leg thinking in classic Phoebe style that she would move away from my hand. Instead, she tried to move back into my hand and I realised that something was very wrong. I freed her with some difficulty as she had a claw caught and was too weak to undo it. As I pulled her out of the tunnel I was Horrified at how cold she felt. I put her over my shoulder.... And she stayed there. Hanging over me, breathing odd, rattly, cold and weak. I know I had to make the call that I did Not want to make. I had never before in Phoebes life, held her that way. Phoebe was a hold me cat nor much of a fuss me cat. At vet appointment she would hide her head firmly into the crook of my arm.
Thirsk Vets were phenomenal. They were booked Solid but understanding the gravity when I said that Phoebe had taken a serious turn for the worse and having just seen her the day before, asked me to come in as soon as I could. Unfortunately I had the big meeting with the landlords and Girl Weekday starting in Tén minutes. I'd said I can get there about 4.30pm I have to get Tilly as transport first.
Then the landlord meeting started and little Phoebe started circling again, for some reason she walked round and round my chair, and each time bumped into my landladies leg in the same place. It was brutally clear that Phoebe's senses were shutting down. She was slowly dying in front of us. I picked her up and held her on my lap which calmed her greatly. She stayed like that for about 20 minutes and had Never done so since she was a tiny kitten. In fact my Only memory of Phoebe lying relaxed and content on my lap was when she accidentally peed on me as a six week old kitten and I then smelt perfect! Seventeen years since she had last done that. Eventually she wanted to leave and walked in circles around the room, displaying no real sense of where she was but nor distress either. She was looking but not seeing. Tilly arrived, the meeting wrapped up and I placed Phoebe in the carrier whilst my heart was breaking.
We arrived at the vets. The surgery was Jammed. I gave my name and Phoebe's and the receptionist looked at the screen puzzled as I didn't have an official appointment and then she realised. She told us to take a seat and they had a room waiting for us. Within Three minutes I was called into the room. Phoebe came out of the carrier and walked over the table, back to circling, she was actually unable to sense the table beneath her paws and walked on Air as she went off the table so I brought her onto me, she lay against me, calm and reassured. Both Tilly and I had been given chairs and we sat with Phoebe. Because I haven't much arm strength I braced myself by resting my feet on the Lower bar of the table so I was sort of lying/sitting and my legs supported further weight. It actually made me feel more relaxed. Phoebe lay in my arms and I realised how strange it was, this circle of life where the last time I'd ever held her like this was as a kitten seventeen years ago at the start of her life with me. And three times today at the end of our lives together. Phoebe received the very best of care, compassion and love and died peacefully in my arms. The last of that generation of kittens.
We were not rushed despite the very full waiting room and lack of official appointment. We were treated with the utmost compassion and care too. It was precious. It was beautiful and it was peaceful ❤️
My little Phoebe Furball. She never Needed me until the Night of the Killer Twig Attack which changed her entire attitude to me.
RIP my Phoebe, my wee Furby
1st October 2024