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I had completely forgotten to update everyone, and I'm not sure whether any of you remember my posts about my sweet girl. Her official name was Mousse, but we always called her Moon because she had these big, beautiful orange eyes reminiscent of harvest moons.
We adopted Moon when she was 10. She had IBD, severe hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, an infected spay incision, calicivirus, and was emaciated. We spent her first few months in and out of vet offices and specialist hospitals. When we found the right medications, she flourished. A couple of years later, she was diagnosed with mammary cancer likely from not having been spayed until a week before we got her. She had been a breeding queen. It had already spread to a lung, so we opted for palliative. Well, we had a whole year and two months of asymptomatic time with her. The vets were stunned that the cancer was so slow to grow and that she had no symptoms. I felt so blessed.
One day, out of the blue in August, she started panting and breathing quickly. We rushed her to the vet where she was given Lasix. She improved, but the next day it happened again and we rushed her back. We made the decision to let her go as the cancer in her lung had spread and she would have kept going into respiratory distress. I held her the whole time. The vet gave us her paw print on a card, and I got it tattooed over my heart.
I can't tell you how hard I grieved and how hard I'm still grieving. I haven't been able to empty her medicine cabinet or move her little bed that still has her fur on it. She was my best friend, my soul-cat, my fur-child. We had a special connection, and she sometimes still visits me in my dreams. They're always vivid, lucid, beautiful dreams. I only had her three years, but she was my world. Almost every day, my body aches with the pain of missing her.
Tomorrow, I'm adopting two senior persian cats in honour moon Moon. I can't wait to get to know them. I already love them so much. Nobody will replace Moon, but these two will also hold a special place in my heart.
Harvest Moons
She was eyes like harvest moons
Watchful, brilliant amber stones.
She was quiet mornings with coffee
Goodnight kisses
rough tongue against cheek
Sunspots on the back porch.
She was medication in the morning
Three little pills –
A lifesaving ritual we’d come to rely on.
She was a holder of secrets
Listening, incapable of judgement
Holding on to my deepest thoughts
like precious stone.
She was ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’.
She was ‘welcome home from work’.
She was ‘I missed you while you were gone’.
She was eyes like harvest moons
Unexpected blessing
casting light to earth.
We adopted Moon when she was 10. She had IBD, severe hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, an infected spay incision, calicivirus, and was emaciated. We spent her first few months in and out of vet offices and specialist hospitals. When we found the right medications, she flourished. A couple of years later, she was diagnosed with mammary cancer likely from not having been spayed until a week before we got her. She had been a breeding queen. It had already spread to a lung, so we opted for palliative. Well, we had a whole year and two months of asymptomatic time with her. The vets were stunned that the cancer was so slow to grow and that she had no symptoms. I felt so blessed.
One day, out of the blue in August, she started panting and breathing quickly. We rushed her to the vet where she was given Lasix. She improved, but the next day it happened again and we rushed her back. We made the decision to let her go as the cancer in her lung had spread and she would have kept going into respiratory distress. I held her the whole time. The vet gave us her paw print on a card, and I got it tattooed over my heart.
I can't tell you how hard I grieved and how hard I'm still grieving. I haven't been able to empty her medicine cabinet or move her little bed that still has her fur on it. She was my best friend, my soul-cat, my fur-child. We had a special connection, and she sometimes still visits me in my dreams. They're always vivid, lucid, beautiful dreams. I only had her three years, but she was my world. Almost every day, my body aches with the pain of missing her.
Tomorrow, I'm adopting two senior persian cats in honour moon Moon. I can't wait to get to know them. I already love them so much. Nobody will replace Moon, but these two will also hold a special place in my heart.
Harvest Moons
She was eyes like harvest moons
Watchful, brilliant amber stones.
She was quiet mornings with coffee
Goodnight kisses
rough tongue against cheek
Sunspots on the back porch.
She was medication in the morning
Three little pills –
A lifesaving ritual we’d come to rely on.
She was a holder of secrets
Listening, incapable of judgement
Holding on to my deepest thoughts
like precious stone.
She was ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’.
She was ‘welcome home from work’.
She was ‘I missed you while you were gone’.
She was eyes like harvest moons
Unexpected blessing
casting light to earth.
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