Farewell To A One Of A Kind Cat - RIP, George
I lost my baby this morning. George woke me up at 2:30 with a little cry, the most noise she's made in days. She was lying in the doorway of my bedroom. I carried her into bed and held her as she took her last breaths. I'm so grateful I got to be with her as she left.
The final blood tests results had showed it was very likely she had leukemia. However, the Vet wasn't sure if those results were skewed by the pancreatitis. I believe she had been fighting the leukemia for a while and it ended up being too much for her.
Looking back, I can honestly say she didn't show anything amiss until the weekend before last when she started becoming very lethargic and stopped showing an interest in eating. I hope she wasn't in pain and hiding it but, if she were, she was a great actress and I'm comforted by knowing she didn't suffer a long time.
Last night, she went to the patio door so I let her out. That must have been her last hurrah as she explored the great outdoors of the patio slab and lounged in several different places, including the dirtiest spot out there.
Steven came over and we discussed what to do. He thought she looked good enough to try to let the steroids kick in for a few more days. I was willing to see what the morning would bring and tried to be hopeful
As always, George did what she wanted to do and decided it was time.
Here's a baby picture of George. I remember clearly when we brought her home. She cried in the carrier the entire car ride. She never did learn to like riding in a car. She captivated my heart immediately and soon ran the house. My attempts at keeping her off the table and the kitchen counter were soon abandoned. It was clear her will was greater than mine.
Here's how I think we'll all remember her. It was a tradition for me to post what was the first picture of all of my trips. George investigating, holding on to, climbing into my suitcase. It never got old for her or for me or for her fans on Facebook.
George wasn't quite six years old which is far too young to be gone. However, she provided more laughter and stories and attitude in those short years than most do in a much longer life.
The final blood tests results had showed it was very likely she had leukemia. However, the Vet wasn't sure if those results were skewed by the pancreatitis. I believe she had been fighting the leukemia for a while and it ended up being too much for her.
Looking back, I can honestly say she didn't show anything amiss until the weekend before last when she started becoming very lethargic and stopped showing an interest in eating. I hope she wasn't in pain and hiding it but, if she were, she was a great actress and I'm comforted by knowing she didn't suffer a long time.
Last night, she went to the patio door so I let her out. That must have been her last hurrah as she explored the great outdoors of the patio slab and lounged in several different places, including the dirtiest spot out there.
Steven came over and we discussed what to do. He thought she looked good enough to try to let the steroids kick in for a few more days. I was willing to see what the morning would bring and tried to be hopeful
As always, George did what she wanted to do and decided it was time.
Here's a baby picture of George. I remember clearly when we brought her home. She cried in the carrier the entire car ride. She never did learn to like riding in a car. She captivated my heart immediately and soon ran the house. My attempts at keeping her off the table and the kitchen counter were soon abandoned. It was clear her will was greater than mine.
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| So tiny! |
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| You're taking me with you, right? |
Words can't express how much I'm going to miss her.
Comments
We always looked forward to her adventures when you were traveling.
She was lucky to have a Mother/Friend like you!
Rest in Peace,George,
GodSpeed little Kitty!
<3 Alia