Monday, 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. 

The first picture I ever took
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. 

Her favorite pastime

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. 






7 comments :

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

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  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. 

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

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  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.

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

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

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  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.

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