October 15, 2012

Goodbye Friend

It was April 2003 and I had just moved into my first apartment. I was 18. Lived with my then boyfriend. Was working and going to school. My best friend lived 1/2 a block away. Life was good.

I constantly said "I want a cat". "I want a kitty" but never seriously considered or looked into it

A month later, by complete surprise, then boyfriend brought home a surprise. Curled up in his hat was a calico ball of fluff. She was skinny (she was the runt of her litter) and I fell in love immediately. He suggested we name her Sadie. 

I was on the first floor of my 4 unit building and would often let her out into the hallway to explore. She was constantly attacking, and eating, the moths that found their way inside. And so I started calling her Sader-Bug, which was quickly shortened to Bug. Friends would ask her name, proudly I'd tell them Bug. I'd get a funny look and the inevitable question "You named your cat... Bug?" And that's how she got her name. 

Fast forward to 2006 and we had a health scare. There was a weird, opaque snot-green fluid all over her and the bathroom floor. I immediately took her to the vet and they told me she had pyometra. It's a uterine infection caused by  repeat exposure to hormones. The vet told me it's something that can happen to dogs or cats over 6 who have never had a litter but have also not been spayed. I had two choices, consent to the spay surgery or let her die. I opened my pockets. 

For the past week I've noticed she's been choosing not to eat. I thought she was just being picky about their food. I saw her at the dry dishes so I assumed she was nibbling somewhat. She would lay in front of their water dish but she'd stay there all day. Thursday afternoon I made an appointment with the vet. Something wasn't right. Later that evening I heard one of the cats fall. I assumed it was Roxie since she has terrible balance, but I turned around anyway. Bug was lying on the floor. I went to pick her up and the back of her feet and legs were soaked with urine. She was going to the vet first thing in the morning.

I woke up to her strained crying. We went straight to the vet. I was told her temperature was so low they couldn't get a reading. Her breathing was labored. Her liver and spleen were enlarged. She was in shock. They had placed her on oxygen and started an IV of fluids. I was told her body was shutting down and she was in very poor condition and they didn't know if they'd be able to bring her back.

I wasn't going to make her suffer so I made the most humane choice I could.

When she was little I constantly told her that all I wanted her to do was grow up and be a big fat house cat. She listened. She was my first very own cat.  She's been my cuddle-Bug when I needed to cry, my pillow when watching TV. She's been with me through 6 moves, 5 boyfriends and 9 years. And today I had to say goodbye. 


  1. Sniffle. I'm so so sorry for your kitty loss. :(

  2. I am really sorry for your loss. I have two cats, and I don't really want either of them to go. One is six and the other is three or four, so I have some time left, but it will never seem like enough. I love cats, especially my cats. 

  3. MessydirtyhairOctober 16, 2012

    OMG no. I am so sorry love. No words will make you feel better. So so sorry. Sending prayers and happy thoughts your way.

  4. Oh I'm so sorry you lost your Bug.  She was such a pretty kitty and sounds like she was a good friend to you.  You did the right thing to not make her suffer any longer.

  5. I'm so sorry to hear about Bug. You're in my thoughts.

  6. So sorry for your loss. I've been through this too. I love kitties.

  7. Oh, Michael. I'm so sorry to hear it. Such a beautiful kitty—I'm so sorry you lost her. Sending virtual love and good thoughts your way. Keep that chin up.