Jezebel passed away in my arms this morning. As some of you may know, I've had Jezebel since I was 6 years old - she has been a major part of my life. I was the one who picked her out - I couldn't resist the crazy kitten that was literally climbing the cage to get me to notice her.
I slept on the floor in the living room so I could be near her - I didn't want to have her up in a bed in case she tried to go anywhere and fell. I kept waking up every couple of hours to check on her. She was so still and she felt cool, but she was still breathing. When I woke up for good around 7, I wrapped her up in my arms and held her for hours.
She seemed like she was beginning to struggle, so my mom and I decided we were going to take her to the vet. But she passed away in my arms before we had the chance. We buried her in the backyard, near where we buried Hank's ashes and Charlie last summer.
I feel like my heart is breaking. Thank you for your friendship.
I'm tired. The human slaves have been really good - they even got me my favoritest food of all - cheesy Fancy Feast. But I just took the tiniest nibble - I didn't really want to eat it. But at least they knew to get it for me. I didn't want to drink any water either - I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep.
I'm really tired. But at least I have a nice warm lap to lie on right now. Thank you for all the purrs and prayers. They're appreciated.
I know I haven't written lately, what with Catster saying they were closing down, then not closing down, and no one really knowing what is going on. But I wanted to give y'all an update.
Well pals, I'm not doing too good. I went to the vet today because I've been having diarrhea for a while. I got some drops to help firm that stuff up. The vet said he heard an extra heartbeat.
My feet have also swollen up, which is making it hard for me to walk. The humans could run a whole lot of tests and all that, but I'm almost 21 years old and they don't want to make me go through all that. I did some get some fluids, along with some vitamins and steroids to help me feel a little better.
But I've had a real hard time walking this afternoon and tonight. I've been dragging my back legs and mainly I'm just sitting in the typist's lap. She seems sad, I don't know what her problem is - her legs are working just fine.
I also got to go out in the backyard. I haven't been out in the backyard for years! A long long time ago, I used to get to go outside and kill birds and lizards and all kinds of things. When I was about 18, my momma thought she could let me out some because I wouldn't to do anything, like climb the fence. Well, I proved her wrong and was on that fence in no time. Not today. I just played with the plants a little and sat by the pool. Well, it figures that the slaves would finally let me back outside when I am too decrepit to do much of anything. It was nice to be back outside though.
I'm back to sleeping on the typist's lap again. I did eat a little bit of food tonight, which made the humans happy. They're really easily pleased I guess.