Losing my buddy

This is Missy. She is 16 years old. I took this picture this summer when she was losing weight, but otherwise doing okay. Today is Mother's Day and I am keeping vigil. She is losing the battle for life and we have no idea what is killing her. The vet did tests and they came back fine a couple of months ago. I gave her a steroid pill this morning and she ate about a teaspoon of salmon and drank about a tablespoon of chicken broth. If she is still alive tomorrow, then I will take her in to the vet. It is time and I am finally able to let her go. I have been waiting for her to give me a sign that she is through. I think today she is coming through loud and clear. All the other pets know it too. Lucy was up on the cushion in the window with her for a while. Jack just came in to check on her. Tigger is staying outside.

Cubedog: I hope you know just how intently I am sharing your pain. Momma Kitty is trying like hell to take up Mz.Kitty's space, but just falls short. I love her for trying tho.

Rest in Peace

Today will always suck.

Today I said good-by to my dearest BFF, closest companion, and most trusted confidant of the last 15 yrs. She purred her way across the Rainbow Bridge and into our father's waiting arms. Dad loved Mz.Kitty and was fastinated that she loved to have her belly rubbed.

15 years ago a tiny black and white kitten fell out of a pine tree and came to my front door. She knocked once and walked in to my apartment and my heart.

Mz. Kitty was my morning routine companion-always curled up in the bathroom sink. Until 3 days ago she was still jumping up on the vanity and demanding I turn on the water for her.

She had a special way of snuggling up for the night and I will always miss that. She would skutch her butt up as close to me as she could, then slide down my body to a sleeping position-like she wanted inside my skin.

Through multiple moves, one in the middle of summer with no a/c, traumatic life changes, new house companions coming and sometimes going, she remained. Mz. Kitty was the Grand Dame of Casagibbons and her departure will leave a large, tuxedo kitty shaped hole.

Run free my baby. I told Dad to give you a good belly-rub and a "wog". Make sure they turn on the bathroom faucet for you.

I miss you. And I'm sorry.

Mz. Kitty does leave a legacy though. A legacy the other cats are gonna hate. They are going to start getting regular exams, cuz I just can't do this again any time soon.

Auntie Otter: I knew I had a pretty picture of our girl, so went digging. There it was. So I put it at the top of the pictures. I know you won't mind.

A Special Time Of Year

This is a special week each year. Yesterday, the 8th, was the Otter's anniversary to the Clueless One. This marks 32 years. Unbelievable.
Today is Cubedog's birthday. I won't embarrass her with the number of years this makes but will just say.....she hasn't hit the half century mark....yet.
Say a prayer for her. She and I have old kitties. Mine is 15, getting thin, and having pain problems. I dread this winter. Hers is 14, getting thin, and is having bloody urine. It's not good, friends. Please keep them in your hearts and prayers. It's not a day to have a very ill buddy. I know what it is like to lose a good friend on your birthday. Mine was human, but the pain isn't any less.
You know I would have it be different today if it was in my power, sweet sister. But happy birthday anyway. I love you.
Cubedog: Oh great, I've already had to make one flying run for the Ladies Room to get a crying jag under control......
I will have more to say about this day later...or maybe tomorrow.

Old Girl's Birthday

Today was Missy's birthday. She turned 15 years old. With my record, she has 1 - 3 years to go. Anymore than that would be a record. This year she got terribly thin. She spends most of her time outside where it is hot enough to keep her warm. I try to feed her treats and good food...especially old kitty food. She has gotten very sweet...which is highly unusual. She hasn't tried to slash Kim in quite a while, so he has been very sweet to her.
Missy has always been my "chemo kitty". I got her nearly a year before I had to do chemo and lost my hair. She took up the large job of keeping me warm by sleeping on my pillow around my bare head. She never gave up that job except in the summer lately. She is still the queen of the house and I love her dearly.
CubeDog: MA_WAHHH!