My lovely girl Milly died last Wednesday. She was at least 15 years old and up to Tuesday was as happy and bright as a youngster. Sometime on Tuesday she had a stroke - I've lost a cat to that before so knew the signs weren't good - and the vet came out to see her. He said if she were younger they would hospitalise her but given her age and the severity of it, there was no hope. So she was euthanased there & then - on her favourite cushion on the sofa, with her people both there.
It was pretty ghastly all round (and is the only time I ever see OH cry, when a cat dies) but she was so unresponsive I knew that in reality she had already left before her body gave up the fight.
Daisy Cat is beginning to settle but has spent the last few days wondering where Milly is. Daisy doesn't like Changes. I keep thinking I am coping quite well until I burst into tears at random times. But despite the grief I still feel happy that I had such a long time with my beautiful cat. Looking at her photo album made me realise how happy she was - in every picture she looks smug!
It was pretty ghastly all round (and is the only time I ever see OH cry, when a cat dies) but she was so unresponsive I knew that in reality she had already left before her body gave up the fight.
Daisy Cat is beginning to settle but has spent the last few days wondering where Milly is. Daisy doesn't like Changes. I keep thinking I am coping quite well until I burst into tears at random times. But despite the grief I still feel happy that I had such a long time with my beautiful cat. Looking at her photo album made me realise how happy she was - in every picture she looks smug!
It just shows how precious their little lives are when they can suddenly become ill so quickly 
MILLY
, Milly.
