Goodbye to Evita. Today the last of my cats crossed the rainbow bridge.
WE never really knew her age since we knew she was about 2-3 years old when I adopted her foolishly. She was a beautiful cat but she was feral for years. But she loved being an indoor cat as long as nobody bothered her.
Abbott went last year, liver tumor. Evita seemed to be doing fine after Abbott was gone but she was starting to slow down these past weeks. I got her into the Vet today, which is a challenge because when she was healthy I couldn't even pick her up to get her into a crate. My Vet understood, she was an indoor cat and never exposed to anything that was outside other than me.
To start her teeth were in bad shape. She's had dental work done twice before but she hated dry food. The only way I'd get her to eat any was to mix it in with the soft food. She also had a lump on her too.
I know for some of you pet owners you may lamblast me for my decision. But it would have taken about $1k-$2k for all the tests and work that would be needed for her and then no knowledge of how much time she would have left. So at this time we felt it was best to let her go. She's a cat that maybe would have had another year left living on the streets but I gave her 11 more years of life and they were good ones. She would love it when my mother would mail to her an envelope that had a catnip treat in it, one mom would have bought at the local farmers market. (I have video of her trying to rip it out of the envelope from one she got about 2 months ago).
So rest in peace Evita!
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I PMd DUer CatWoman in hopes that she could help. That was TEN YEARS AGO?
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You did the kindest thing you could for Evita. Safe passage to Evita, and for you.
Lynne, I would have made the same choice, anyone who would judge you is just wrong. I am sorry for your loss.
She's probably frolicking with Abbot just over the Rainbow Bridge.
She was a beautiful cat. She was also an elderly cat, and with her temperament she wouldn't have tolerated the treatment happily. Why make her utterly miserable to get, at the outside, a year? What good would that year have been if she spent it being unhappy? You did the right thing. You have my condolences.
When the time comes for my Baby Girl ( who was also a feral) I hope I too can make the right decision.
You know, some of us might have reached a different decision, or we might not have. That's really not the point, is it? Good on ya LynneSin for adding those safe and happy years to Evita's life, and for caring enough to help her pass humanely.
It's the hardest decision to make, but you made the right one.
No translation necessary.
You gave her a wonderful, loving home for 11 years. And you did the right thing to spare her suffering at the end.
Isn't it wonderful that you gave her 11 more years? I think it's wonderful that you decided to do that, more than she could have had, loved in your home, and in return… you know how much you loved her.
I'm remembering all of the funny stories you've posted about Evita over the years, warms my heart just now. One of the only reasons I ever found reason to drop in on the Lounge was to read about your kitties.
My two old ferals are quickly nearing that sunset time, not sure I'll be able to be as strong as you when the time comes, but I can hope. Giving a home to a wild cat takes so much more love and don't ever doubt that your kitty knew and felt that. Tears for you...
We lost our both our cats in 2013, so I know what you're going through.
I don't think cats imagine time the way we do, and they don't approach the end the way we might, straining for one more day, week, month. Every minute of her life was 'right now,' and you made all those nows happy, safe, and content. I'm sure she's thinking pleasant thoughts about you from the other side of that Bridge...
Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you.....
I loved you so --
'twas Heaven here with you.
--by Ilsa Paschal Richardson
I received a sympathy card from the veterinarian with that poem and........aw, they just take pieces of our hearts with them don't they?
Sorry for your loss, Lynne. You've been a great pet parent.
it's so hard to lose our furry babies. Pure love.
