I don’t even know how to start this post and I’ve been dreading it because it makes me sad. Probably most people don’t even care about reading it but I feel like I have to write it, at least for my friends here who care about their furry kids as much as I do.
At 22 years old, I knew it was coming. She was the oldest patient at our veterinarian’s office (who’s also my husband’s cousin). Her health had been steadily declining and I could see her spark fade.
My husband and I had gotten her when we first moved in together 19 years ago. She was an adorable grey leopard spotted and scared Manx. She was severely scared actually and hated being around men. She spent the majority of her time under our bed and at the beginning only came out if I was home alone. She slowly warmed up to my husband when we all snuggled on the couch and bed and after years finally warmed up to other men coming to our house. I don’t know what was done to her in the three years before we adopted her but it was something bad.
We spoiled her rotten with toys and love.
We got her a little baby friend and kid in Lilly and later Lucy too. ( I feel ancient with these old photos, thankfully my photography skills have improved)
And over time she turned into the most loving and sweet companion who slept in bed with me every night. She used to wait by the stairs every night and stare at me until I walked upstairs to bed with her. This all ended when I decided to replace the carpet upstairs with hardwood bamboo two years ago. It was so odd to me because we have hard floors downstairs too and she was used to them. Maybe there was some type of chemical smell she didn’t like?
But in the last three weeks before her death , she decided she liked going upstairs again to spend time in our bedroom again, even if it took her a long time to climb those stairs with her old lady wobble. Cats are really silly with their odd preferences that can change by the slightest interruption in their habits and schedules.
So when I got up last Thursday and saw her, I just knew that this was the awful day I had to say goodbye to her. She tried to walk over to me and collapsed on the carpet. She was then just laying there making crying sounds and looked at me with sad eyes. I always questioned not knowing when it was time but in that moment I knew I couldn’t let her be like this and that at her age there wasn’t anything else I could try to do to keep her alive. At some point I would just be selfish to try to keep her with me.
I never pictured that it would just be me and her on that final ride to the vet but I guess it was just us when I adopted her. She was my little best friend and I owed her that much. I certainly will never ever forget that last moment with her.
She’s the old grandma in the top plate (click HERE for the Etsy shop).
I will always remember her as a healthy, fat and happy old lady with her beautiful green eyes.
And I can’t imagine that she was a forgotten cat at some kill shelter where nobody wanted her. I just hope that more people can see the potential in those scared animals at the shelter and stop spending money at breeders.
She will be cremated and we are keeping her ashes. What do you do with your beloved pets when they pass?
Yes we have been thinking about adopting again because our daughter wants nothing more than a cat who wants to play and hang out with her. Our 18 and 19 year old cats certainly do not. But I’m also scared that another furry family member wouldn’t fit in the way our furry girls loved each other. For some magical reason our stray Monkey (click HERE for her story) fit in so easily and that isn’t the norm. Cats this old don’t transition that easily usually.
I know that if my parents read this blog post they will be angry with me for even considering another cat again but we can’t help it and I’m glad my husband thinks the same way. I’d love to have a dog one day too but I don’t think that will ever happen because we travel and it is easier to just have someone watch a cat. Cat’s are like teenagers and dogs are like toddlers, at least that’s what I always say and think.
At the end of this post I just want to say again that I will never forget this special little cat of ours and how much love she has brought into our family.