|Purred: Mon Jun 3, '13 11:50am PST |
|My sweet baby is gone Last Tuesday we sent Cinders to the Bridge. My grandma passed away two weeks ago, so I was forced to fly to Chicago for three days. My husband stayed back to administer her chemo meds/appetite stimulants, and our other cat's 6 meds. According to him, she ate her baby food like a champ and was really scarfing it down. I really think she was waiting for me to get back, because when I did, she literally quit eating. I went to syringe feed her, and while I was doing so, she looked at me like "why are you doing this to me? I can't anymore..." My heart was breaking because I knew it. I knew it was time. It was Memorial Day weekend so we just spent all the time with her and stopped all her meds and force feeding, so it would be a peaceful time for her. Tuesday morning, I took her out on our steps to enjoy the sun. She's not an outside kitty, so this was a treat. She was so weak at this point that I carried her everywhere.....Then my hubby came home and held her for the last time. We drove her to the vet without a carrier, and just let her enjoy the view from my lap. She really loved to ride. Putting her down was the hardest thing ever. She went fast as we cradled her.
I just picked up her cremated remains from the vet. They let us pick a beautiful handmade pottery urn, and made a really sweet paw print for us. And yes, I know we still have Pickles and I love her so, but Cinders was a very unique kind soul that can never be replaced. My little "dogcat." Never lifted a tooth or nail to anyone in her 13 years...
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