Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 06:44 pm
She was an old lady even when she was young.
She was born cranky, and she always wanted to be an only cat. But she got used to us over time (if still barely tolerating the other cats) and slowly she figured out it was all right for her to get on our beds, and to enjoy petting.
Her favorite meal was chicken. Though turkey, beef, salmon, lamb vindaloo, etc. were all okay with her too. As was gooshy food of all types. As were crunchy treats. But her favorite was chicken.
I regret to inform you that the Dowager Empress Skye has taken her leave now, in search of new socks to slay.
Her last meal was chicken.
(seem to be a) verb: swallowing hard
Soundtrack: Gone, Gone, Gone/Prayer/Go Fall Asleep Now - John Hartford
I am so very sorry for your loss. *hugs* to all of you.
Thanks. As you know, this never gets easier.
|Date:||November 11th, 2009 12:32 am (UTC)|| |
My condolences on the loss of your friend.
Thanks, Bill. There are things about her I might not miss, but she was ours and sometimes the cut is deeper than we realize.
|Date:||November 11th, 2009 12:39 am (UTC)|| |
Thanks, Donna. I know you know how this feels.
Thanks, friend. This has been one rocky year or so, eh? *hug back*
I'm very sorry.Edited at 2009-11-11 01:25 am (UTC)
Thanks. Been a bit of a rollercoaster the last 48 hours or so. Knowing there was nothing we could have done makes it infinitesimally easier, but no less painful. *hugs for you and all yours*
|Date:||November 11th, 2009 01:28 am (UTC)|| |
Condolences from the former keeper of another lifelong cranky old lady cat, who also lived to a ripe old age. Even the cranky ones get wrapped around our hearts.
I wish her well on the next stage of her journey, and hugs to you.
Thanks for the sympathy. Three trips to the vet within twelve hours is (at least) three too many. Not to mention disruption of schedule and vet smell freaking out the kittens....
Thanks, Tiger. We're still trying to figure out how a cat who was having trouble walking went up *two* flights of stairs. The power of treats...
|Date:||November 11th, 2009 03:27 am (UTC)|| |
Long live the Dowager Empresss... in your heart.
Thanks. I'm glad our weather was good enough today that I could take her into the side yard and let her sit in the sun and fresh air for a few minutes. She liked that. :l
Thanks, Val. *hug* We're rather wiped, but we're coping.
Thanks, Mary. I had a bad feeling this was final kidney fail, so she got the thing most likely to tempt her to eat. When she refused it the following morning... :(
Wait. Vindaloo? Really? IIRC that stuff will clear the sinuses of the most stubborn *human*... I can only imagine what it smells like to a cat...
Go softly, kitty, and may your people find peace.
Thanks. We often joked that she was our feline garbage disposal -- she actually licked up the vindaloo sauce. She also liked challah bread. Very ecumenical cat.
|Date:||November 11th, 2009 04:52 am (UTC)|| |
Many *hugs* and condolences from both of us. It's so very very hard to lose them...
Thanks to both you and the fabulous J. We know you understand, since your birds are your family just as our cats are ours. *hugs*
I am so sorry for your loss. Hugs
Thanks. We'd lived with her having chronic but stable kidney disease for so long now, the rapid failing was rather a shock. *hugs*
|Date:||November 11th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)|| |