Play happy, Kasha. You're now free of earthly pain. You know you were loved very much,
and will be missed for a long, long time.
Rest in peace, sweet Kasha.
Rest in peace, sweet Kasha.
Oh my can I ever relate to you, my kitty passed as well.....Originally Posted by jcm32086
Now that the day is over, I just wanted to say a few things.
Everything that took place today was like a dream. I didn't go to bed last night thinking, "Kasha will die tomorrow." I thought everything was going to be fine for several more days and that everything would happen slowly and peacefully. I suspected that she would probably die at a very random moment when nobody was around her. I had no idea everything would happen so fast.
She had trouble walking last night before I went to bed...
This morning she wouldn't look at anybody...
My mom called and I started to break down. I said I thought she would die today.
After that, people started to come over. It was really starting to get to me so I took a nap for a couple hours. At the time, Kasha seemed pretty stable as a few people were around her talking to her and petting her.
I woke up, went back upstairs to where Kasha was... and I don't know if I ever got a chance to talk to her again. Up till the time she died, she barely ever moved her body or blinked her eyes. They both stayed open for a couple hours.
I don't believe her mind was out of it at that point. Because ya know what, as her life came to an end, it really looked like she was trying to move her head around to see all of us. She started to cry a few times, and there were some twitches and moments when she was coughing, but after that she slowly stopped breathing. It's almost as if she was waiting for my sister to get off the school bus. My sister had at least 15 minutes with her before she died. We didn't think she would get home in time.
Everything is mind boggling to me. She wasn't just a cat or a pet... this was a somebody... someone that seemed just as human as the rest of us. That's how important she was in our family. I'm sure a lot of people think of their pets as members of the famliy, but I can't imagine any other cat in the world seeming as human as she was. It was just the way she looked at ya, and wanted to be around you. It wasn't anything like some other cats I've seen in my life that are a little on the dopey side... this was literally somebody that was like another sister or mom. Some people in the house like to tease that she was my girlfriend (I'm a guy).
Well, ya know... she was incredible. The only time she didn't seem human was the last few moments with her. This was, without a doubt, the worse day of my life. Seeing her lifeless body was the most horrific thing I could ever imagine seeing. And the crying still comes and goes as I pet her from time to time... and as I walk by and see her. She is still sitting in the living room because we had a little evening service for her with our family.
I can't do anything with her. I can't just put her in a box and place her in the garage untill we decide on where to bury her. The rest of the family has fallen asleep, and the thought of possibly seeing her again in the morning is incredibly sad.
Personally, I don't even know how I could ever bury her. The thought of never touching her again... her silky smooth fur... is heartbreaking.
Part of me hangs on to the fact that I believe in Heaven, Jesus Christ, the Bible... and everything in between. It's nice to know that she is in a better place... and she's not suffering anymore... and we will see her again.
But there is nothing that can make me feel good about the rest of my life. I'm only 20 years old, the worst thought is picturing myself 40 years from now. In all likelihood, I'll still be alive and nearing the last chapters of my life. But I can't think of anything that will comfort me knowing that every day, from this day to the end of my life many decades from now, that Kasha will have been gone for that entire time.
I think a lot of people get to their 60s and 70s and think of the childhood, teenage years and twenties as a long, long time ago.
Picturing myself as a 70 year old man, thinking back to when my cat died when I was 20, makes me feel absolutely terrible inside.