Writing from the other side
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(Boy, the keyboards here are nice! And the food!)
As you know, I've had the dwindles for the last couple of years. I became a shadow of my former self, and I lost a ton of weight. I think I was down to about 3 lb. Although the vet I saw said I had terminal liver failure, I refused to give in, and having been given 6 months to live, I passed that mark about 2 ½ years ago. I've been as feisty as ever. I bit Dad so bad that he needed IV antibiotics about a year ago.
The last year has been rough. Grooming has been a low priority, and dad has had to restrain me when he brushed me. My mats got bad every now and then, and he'd had to shave me in places.
Nevertheless, despite my cachexia and weight loss, I've enjoyed eating (at at 4 tonight!) drinking, and occasionally playing with some toys.
I've mellowed, a bit, and let G2 pet me once in a while. Mom bathed me on Christmas Eve. I actually didn't bite her because it felt soooo good.
So, D3 was over tonight, and found a HUGE mat on my left cheek. It was the size of a golfball, perhaps a bit smaller. She told dad about it, and he picked me up to try to shave it so that the hairs wouldn't pull on my skin. When the clippers came close to my cheek, pus came out. A lot of pus. Mom tried to rub it, and a huge flap of skin came off, revealing muscle and tissue underneath.
Everyone agreed that it was time.
They took me to a vet where D3 and D4 take their cats, and they were SO kind to me. They agreed that with this huge flap of skin lifted off, there was no way that I could be cared for, especially given my nature of biting, etc.
I told them that it's time.
They took me to the back, sedated me and started an IV. After I was asleep they brought me back to Mom, Dad, and D3. A quick injection of pentobarbital and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was in a much better place. No pain, no anger. The food is great, and my friends are here! Mr. Whiskers, Addy, Oliver, Jack, Peanuts and everyone else that's lived with Mom and Dad.
I'll miss them, but I'm happy now. I hope they miss me.
Dad will post a link later on to show what it looked like (graphic, so he'll just post the link, rather than the actual picture).
Yeah, I'm resting, in peace.
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Sweetheart, you're missed. You were as mean as a menopausal rattlesnake, but we loved you so much.
This is my most recent memory of you, but it's not how I'll remember you.
This is how I'll remember you:
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You’ll be missed!
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A life well-loved is a life worth living.
Godspeed, Bee.
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"Now look here, you Baltic gas passer... " - Mik, 6/14/08
The saying, "Lite is just one damn thing after another," is a gross understatement. The damn things overlap.
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I'm so sorry. I've always been a cat person, and their attitude is part of it. They can be so mean, and yet so easy to love.
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Aw, dammit.
I'm really sorry, George. Cats are special and the Bee was more awesome than most. -
Sad. Not a cat person but I understand the emotion.
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@george-k said in Writing from the other side:
The Bee and D3 at Christmas a few years ago...
Okay, that is meme worthy.
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How are Sydney and Boris taking it?
Me/rry/Christmas
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@lufins-dad said in Writing from the other side:
How are Sydney and Boris taking it?
Sid is unaware. We put him in his cage for the night when we took The Bee in. He hasn't been out yet today.
I found Boris sitting on the back of the couch and he gave me a "what the hell?" look. Looked at my eyes and spent a long time getting rubs on his head. He usually doesn't do that.
Maggie seems confused as well.
When that abscess opened up last night, and the smell permeated the house, I think the kids knew that something bad, really bad, was happening.
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