Yesterday, now, we had to put Jacqueline to sleep. She had a tumor in her forehead that gradually ate up all of her life. She was a wonderful cat, my little chocolate brown princess, with the softest coat I've ever petted. We were able to keep her happy if not healthy for almost eighteen years. I'm crying now and will again, but I think we didn't wait too long or act too soon. Up until this past week she'd been doing ok, more good days than bad, but this week the purrs got harder and harder to elicit, and finally it was time to say goodbye.
Our vet is wonderful, and she was very kind to us and gentle with Jacquelline. We brought her body home and buried her near the graves of our other cats that have passed. I hope she's with them now, snuggling and getting groomed and purring, getting pets from our human loved ones who have passed on. It was funny; the tumor distorted her forehead horribly, but all this afternoon after she passed I kept seeing her as she was in her prime. She loved having her chin scritched, so much that she'd press her head down on your fingers as you scratched, hard enough that the petting rattled her teeth together, purring madly all the while. She liked to be held, front paws on the right shoulder, back legs supported by your left hand. No turning the cat over to rub her tummy! (Way too undignified.) But she'd tilt her head back, somewhat insistently, so that you could scritch under her chin, thank you very much. That's how I'll remember her.
Rufus just came back to my lap, hopped up and started to purr. He doesn't usually stay in the lap while I'm typing, but now he's got his forehead pressed to my wrist looking for head scritches. Or maybe giving me some comfort.
This board has been a great comfort to me in these last few weeks, reading about the antics of all your cats, especially the photo section. Thank you all.
Linda C.
Our vet is wonderful, and she was very kind to us and gentle with Jacquelline. We brought her body home and buried her near the graves of our other cats that have passed. I hope she's with them now, snuggling and getting groomed and purring, getting pets from our human loved ones who have passed on. It was funny; the tumor distorted her forehead horribly, but all this afternoon after she passed I kept seeing her as she was in her prime. She loved having her chin scritched, so much that she'd press her head down on your fingers as you scratched, hard enough that the petting rattled her teeth together, purring madly all the while. She liked to be held, front paws on the right shoulder, back legs supported by your left hand. No turning the cat over to rub her tummy! (Way too undignified.) But she'd tilt her head back, somewhat insistently, so that you could scritch under her chin, thank you very much. That's how I'll remember her.
Rufus just came back to my lap, hopped up and started to purr. He doesn't usually stay in the lap while I'm typing, but now he's got his forehead pressed to my wrist looking for head scritches. Or maybe giving me some comfort.
This board has been a great comfort to me in these last few weeks, reading about the antics of all your cats, especially the photo section. Thank you all.
Linda C.
