In 2011, I went through a horrible experience, though it hit my mom especially hard. I was only 11 at the time and I don't have much memory but here's what I can remember:
In February 2009, our cat, Mocha, age 15, passed away following a battle with cancer. During her last days she began to pee blood and when we managed to get her to the vet they said it would be most humane to euthanize her. We did. I remember that I went to the vet with my mom. I stayed strong and cried only a little, but my mom, who had Mocha since she had found her as a stray kitten along with Java, sobbed endlessly. We bought a book called Cat Heaven which we still have today and, though I am agnostic, read each time I feel sad about my
kitties. Java wasn't the same after we lost Mocha. They had grown up together and were inseparable. Java became less playful (though she never was, she was more of a "leave me alone" type of cat) but wanted more attention, and would keep us awake for hours during the night, meowing. I will never forget her meow, which basically rang "Mocha? Where are you? Mocha?"
Though I was too young to have the date cemented in my brain, I remember it was a day in 2011 and I had my friend and neighbor Kiera over. Our litterboxes are in the basement, which is so dirty and cluttered we don't allow our guests down into it. I had to get something and I went down the staircase to see a horrid sight. Java was laying in a pool of yellowish fluids, her fur soaked, and her entire belly looked somewhat deflated. I screamed for my mother and in our hearts we both knew it was the end. We grabbed the same blanket we used for Mocha's drive to the emergency vet and my mother loaded Java into the car in her arms, and I stayed home since I had a friend over.
Java didn't come home that day.
It struck me very hard when we lost Java. What made it so horrible was that we never even got any answers as to what happened. She was a domestic short hair, lovely blue, and had every aspect of a Russian Blue, though I know the odds of a stray russian blue kitten are little to none. During the early 2000s, probably 1999-2000, Java escaped for 6 months. Yes, 6 months. She attacked my mother when she came back, as she had been away from humans for so long, but she was returned to normal quickly. I have recently read up on FIP, specifically wet, but I don't understand any of it. Does anyone have any idea what could have taken Java from us so suddenly?
Thank you for reading. If you have any similar stories, happy outcome or not, please feel free to share.
Hopefully I will be able to upload pictures soon.
In February 2009, our cat, Mocha, age 15, passed away following a battle with cancer. During her last days she began to pee blood and when we managed to get her to the vet they said it would be most humane to euthanize her. We did. I remember that I went to the vet with my mom. I stayed strong and cried only a little, but my mom, who had Mocha since she had found her as a stray kitten along with Java, sobbed endlessly. We bought a book called Cat Heaven which we still have today and, though I am agnostic, read each time I feel sad about my
Though I was too young to have the date cemented in my brain, I remember it was a day in 2011 and I had my friend and neighbor Kiera over. Our litterboxes are in the basement, which is so dirty and cluttered we don't allow our guests down into it. I had to get something and I went down the staircase to see a horrid sight. Java was laying in a pool of yellowish fluids, her fur soaked, and her entire belly looked somewhat deflated. I screamed for my mother and in our hearts we both knew it was the end. We grabbed the same blanket we used for Mocha's drive to the emergency vet and my mother loaded Java into the car in her arms, and I stayed home since I had a friend over.
Java didn't come home that day.
It struck me very hard when we lost Java. What made it so horrible was that we never even got any answers as to what happened. She was a domestic short hair, lovely blue, and had every aspect of a Russian Blue, though I know the odds of a stray russian blue kitten are little to none. During the early 2000s, probably 1999-2000, Java escaped for 6 months. Yes, 6 months. She attacked my mother when she came back, as she had been away from humans for so long, but she was returned to normal quickly. I have recently read up on FIP, specifically wet, but I don't understand any of it. Does anyone have any idea what could have taken Java from us so suddenly?
Thank you for reading. If you have any similar stories, happy outcome or not, please feel free to share.
Hopefully I will be able to upload pictures soon.
