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My first cat went over to the bridge today.
She had been with me 15 years and was nearly 20. She was my buddy.
She was a terrified cat when I got her and had been passed over by others at the shelter.
We made a life together, I helped her trust and she helped me too. We had an unbreakable bond that meant she came first, I was there to look after her as others hadn't before.
Life changed as it does, we lived in different places, we both got a bit older but the bond just got stronger. She was a lap cat and had such a character, never failing to make me smile and laugh. You could speak to her and she would respond by miaowing. I've never known such a vocal cat.
She got older and became more frail, we adapted our ways, she liked to snooze more, she couldn't jump to the bed so easily, she still loved a comfy warm spot to lie.
Still, after so long together I didn't think she would go. But last week she had some sort of episode that meant two of her legs stopped working properly. She was struggling, it wasn't improving, vet thought there was unseen things going on that caused it. Her behaviour and her demeanour had changed, she was tired of it. We decided it was time for her to move on before she got more ill.
So today we went to the vets and she went quietly. The vet gave her a sedative first, while it seemed peaceful and as good as it could be I am worried she was scared but the sedatives meant she couldn't cry or tell us. She tried to get up and jump off the table and started to drool. I shielded her and reassured her til she lay. Would she have known what she was doing, was it fear or did she just feel woozy? I hope she was OK.
I miss her already, I know it was time but I feel the sadness is yet to hit me properly. I'm worried the memories will fade. I'm sad I can never cuddle her again.
She had been with me 15 years and was nearly 20. She was my buddy.
She was a terrified cat when I got her and had been passed over by others at the shelter.
We made a life together, I helped her trust and she helped me too. We had an unbreakable bond that meant she came first, I was there to look after her as others hadn't before.
Life changed as it does, we lived in different places, we both got a bit older but the bond just got stronger. She was a lap cat and had such a character, never failing to make me smile and laugh. You could speak to her and she would respond by miaowing. I've never known such a vocal cat.
She got older and became more frail, we adapted our ways, she liked to snooze more, she couldn't jump to the bed so easily, she still loved a comfy warm spot to lie.
Still, after so long together I didn't think she would go. But last week she had some sort of episode that meant two of her legs stopped working properly. She was struggling, it wasn't improving, vet thought there was unseen things going on that caused it. Her behaviour and her demeanour had changed, she was tired of it. We decided it was time for her to move on before she got more ill.
So today we went to the vets and she went quietly. The vet gave her a sedative first, while it seemed peaceful and as good as it could be I am worried she was scared but the sedatives meant she couldn't cry or tell us. She tried to get up and jump off the table and started to drool. I shielded her and reassured her til she lay. Would she have known what she was doing, was it fear or did she just feel woozy? I hope she was OK.
I miss her already, I know it was time but I feel the sadness is yet to hit me properly. I'm worried the memories will fade. I'm sad I can never cuddle her again.