What a lovely story of how you and Roxy met and how she was clearly the right cat for you. I'm glad Gabby found a new home because she obviously wasn't the 'one'. It looks as though it was love at first sight on Roxy's part too, I can tell that she was obviously devoted to you. Although she's no longer there in the flesh I am sure she is there in spirit watching over you and you will always have those precious memories of her.
Your description of her jumping from place to place to place made me smile. :) I think I remember you telling stories of her perching on the tops of doors, and I always wondered how she could balance somewhere so small! Ah, cats. :)
Thanks for sharing this story! Hopefully, the telling of it has eased your grief in some small way. *hugs*
I always wondered how she could perch on the crown moulding. I can sort of understand the tops of doors, but there isn't a lot of room on the moulding. I read somewhere that Ragdolls are floor cats, which I never believed anyway. Roxy wasn't a purebred, but obviously no one told her she couldn't walk around the room without touching the floor.
Just checked my phone. The clinic tried to call me this afternoon and I didn't notice. Now I have to wait until Monday to find out what they wanted. Probably just letting me know the hairball treats I ordered are in.
I'm doing better, but feeling really guilty that I couldn't figure out Roxy was in trouble before Wednesday morning. What an awful way to go. :(
Not so little any more. ;) He weighs in at about 19 pounds (8.6 kg). He's on a steady regimen of prednisone for his UT issues, but that doesn't seem to be affecting his weight. He's just a big guy. He's also a momma's boy, as anywhere I am he has to be, too. Or as close as can be. He's lying on the couch next to me as I type. :)
As for feeling guilty, try not to? I know it's hard, but I remember you telling me back when I lost Midnight that cats are real good at hiding the fact they're having health issues. Guess it's their way of trying not to bother us. Or something. *hugs*
She was a unique cat. Never met one quite like her. It always hurts, as you know (hugs), but Roxy was more like a little person. She wasn't just a cat or one of my furkids, she was a good friend and she really enjoyed her time here.
I think I came off insensitive and I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that at all, it was definitely not long enough.
I know what you mean about how she wasn't just a cat. After Kitty passed away so many people said I should just get another cat. As if "A Cat" could replace her! Kitty was Kitty, who happened to be in the body of a cat. That sounds so weird but you understand, right?
One of my co-workers wanted to help by offering me pick of the litter from her farm cats. I said no. First of all, I don't need more vet bills -- shots, spay/neuter, but the others have settled down nicely and I'll never find another cat as smart or personable as Roxy, and I'll always be comparing the new one to her.
Aw, sweetie, I'm so sorry to hear about Roxy's passing. *hugs* She sounded like a fantastic kitty and kind of a grand old dame who knew how to get what she wanted out of life and her mommy. :) They're never with us long enough, but you sure packed a lot of quality and love into her short life and it sounds like Roxy really knew that. Am thinking of you and your other little ones.
Thank you. *hugsback* She was a person in a fluffy cat suit and a good friend. And, yes, quite the little diva who had me and everyone else wrapped around her paw. I'm so glad I figured out that Rox loved to meet people, and that we went visiting. She was good about walking around the yard and out front with me while not on a leash. She got to meet so many people that way and I never worried about her running away. If something spooked her she'd run for the house. Smart cat. Very smart. One of a kind in personality.
I'm having bad days and not so bad days about losing her. It was so unexpected. She kept everything to herself. There wasn't anything that could have been done and I guess she knew that, so why worry anyone? But there wasn't the weeks and months of anxiety that usually precedes the passing of one of my cats. That's a relief and yet it didn't prepare me. I just have to accept that she always got her way and this time it was for the best.
Sorry I missed all of this while I was without internet so long. What an amazing cat to not have reflected the amount of pain she would have been in.
Hope you're getting lots of kitty-hugs in the meantime as you process and grieve her death. [And now I really should go back and read everyone's journals for the days I missed.]
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Thanks for sharing this story! Hopefully, the telling of it has eased your grief in some small way. *hugs*
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Just checked my phone. The clinic tried to call me this afternoon and I didn't notice. Now I have to wait until Monday to find out what they wanted. Probably just letting me know the hairball treats I ordered are in.
I'm doing better, but feeling really guilty that I couldn't figure out Roxy was in trouble before Wednesday morning. What an awful way to go. :(
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Not so little any more. ;) He weighs in at about 19 pounds (8.6 kg). He's on a steady regimen of prednisone for his UT issues, but that doesn't seem to be affecting his weight. He's just a big guy. He's also a momma's boy, as anywhere I am he has to be, too. Or as close as can be. He's lying on the couch next to me as I type. :)
As for feeling guilty, try not to? I know it's hard, but I remember you telling me back when I lost Midnight that cats are real good at hiding the fact they're having health issues. Guess it's their way of trying not to bother us. Or something. *hugs*
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She was so very special. I know how you must feel missing her. Big gaping hole in the universe. :(
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She was a unique cat. Never met one quite like her. It always hurts, as you know (hugs), but Roxy was more like a little person. She wasn't just a cat or one of my furkids, she was a good friend and she really enjoyed her time here.
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I know what you mean about how she wasn't just a cat. After Kitty passed away so many people said I should just get another cat. As if "A Cat" could replace her! Kitty was Kitty, who happened to be in the body of a cat. That sounds so weird but you understand, right?
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One of my co-workers wanted to help by offering me pick of the litter from her farm cats. I said no. First of all, I don't need more vet bills -- shots, spay/neuter, but the others have settled down nicely and I'll never find another cat as smart or personable as Roxy, and I'll always be comparing the new one to her.
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I'm having bad days and not so bad days about losing her. It was so unexpected. She kept everything to herself. There wasn't anything that could have been done and I guess she knew that, so why worry anyone? But there wasn't the weeks and months of anxiety that usually precedes the passing of one of my cats. That's a relief and yet it didn't prepare me. I just have to accept that she always got her way and this time it was for the best.
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Hope you're getting lots of kitty-hugs in the meantime as you process and grieve her death.
[And now I really should go back and read everyone's journals for the days I missed.]
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Yeah, the furkids have been looking after me. It's been very tough dealing with this.
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