Mom's cat, Peachy ....is a beautiful solid grey cat. Well except for his little white goatee that has been expanding under his chin in recent years.
(I very much wanted to put up a Peachy picture, but the computer is in it's working hard mode ...for hours now ...and will not let me bring up any private pictures from a folder.)
Peachy is being put to sleep now. :(
Mr SeaSpray and son are there with him. I just could not this time. I've been crying intermittently since last night. It reopens Mom's dying all over again because he was her loving companion for 18 years. He is 21 ...going on 22 now.
Why does it always seem like pets look and act better just before they have to have this done???? Causes me to second guess.
But he has been vomiting more than the norm this week and yesterday I was continually cleaning out the cat box and observed blood swirled in his stool. Even though he keeps eating small meals throughout the day and night he has gotten thinner over the weekend. He moves exceptionally slow. Although at 21 ...he must have arthritis. But, he even seems to just lie down after only taking a few steps. Although this morning he was up on the window sill.
He has always been prone to vomiting since we had him and he has this weird ...although convenient trait. He cat yodels. It reminds me of yodeling ...with a big cat voice. So ...we hear him cat yodeling from anywhere in the house and that for over 3 years has been our cue to run and get a paper or something in front of him ...thus avoiding that cleanup. But, now even though he's been getting sick ...he no longer yodels before anymore. He also doesn't purr when held or scratched. I think he must be too weak or in pain.
I know it is more humane to let them go to sleep ...but it still hurts like heck and because he was mom's "baby", as she called him ...it hurts even more. I feel like I am betraying her. :(
But, we've given him a loving home for 3 years, 9 months and six days. We brought him home after we locked up Mom's apartment for the last time at 1 am ... on December 1st, 2008.
It is just so HARD to call the shots to say when an animal should die ...even though my head knows better ...mostly anyway ...my heart wrestles with that decision. I can't even fathom how some people can intentionally hurt animals or drop them off in the middle of nowhere ...discarding them like trash.
So ...before they brought him to the vet, I took him aside and even though he doesn't hear well, I thanked him for being such a good companion for mom and for being the sweet cat he is. And you guys will think I'm nuts ...ha! Like you don't already. ;), but I even played one of Mom's messages for him from when she sounded healthy and vibrant and said he would be seeing her soon. I don't know if pets are in heaven and people debate that, but I did pray that he would go to Mom's loving arms.
And of course I don't know what he heard or understood out of anything I said and realize that was probably more for me to say goodbye than his understanding ...although ...what if? ... what if our pets do understand more than we give them credit for?
He has always had such a loud cat voice ...so much so ...that when he took to howling around the house sometimes, people talking with me on the phone thought it was a baby or young child. No wonder my mom thought she heard a cat howling in the nursing home. That howl was probably deeply embedded into her mind. They lived together for 18 years. I've always felt like he was calling for her. Her neighbors in the building said he did that every night after she wasn't living there anymore.
I was very concerned about bringing him into our home because we had Bob, our German Shepherd at the time and he did not tolerate other animals at all. Except for our cat and even that was a love-hate relationship. Well ...Peachy ...the little gray LION-in-spirit ...would have none of that nonsense and immediately put Bob in his place before he even got out of the cat crate. Bob was afraid of PEACHY! Even if he wanted to go in another room ...he would wait until Peachy moved out of his path. And the same with our dog we have now, Faith. She'd cry and howl to get past him and Peachy stared her down ...almost as if he was saying ..."You want a piece of me ..c'mon." Even last night ...he defiantly blocked her while she pleaded to come into the bedroom where I have been spackling, etc.It seemed he chose to stand or sit there longer ...just to make his point about who ruled the roost in our house. He and our other cat, Sneakers got along well though.
Well ...the guys just came back in. The vet said he was dying and if not today ..next week ..two weeks ...his body was shutting down. They both stayed with him while he got the injection. J said he did it for my mother. That was sweet. I know it was hard on both of them. I just would've been sobbing. I was already crying twice on the phone while getting appointment info, etc. And I've been there before. Just didn't have it in me today.
Animals are like family and it really hurts when they suffer and when you have to let them go... and making that decision.
He was always such a sweet, affectionate cat. Very pretty too. I am going to miss his loud, almost haunting howl at night. And his affectionate kitty cuddles. I feel so weird about it all and again ...I know it is because he was Mom's cat. It's like saying goodbye to another part of her... all over again.
And closing the final chapter in her death process.
I HATE goodbyes.
I do hope he went to be right with her. I can just imagine the joy of their reunion.
Mom was outstanding with her love for her pets and all animals.