Thank you, everyone, for your kindness. Facebook has apparently blocked me from liking comments as there were so many and I was going too fast. Sammy is doing fine. She is mostly her bubbly, happy self, but suddenly the grief will hit her like a wave and shell be in tears. I explained to her that thats what its like and it might last for a while. Matthew thinks today was less sad than the day we found out Smokeys diagnosis and thought we had only hours to say goodbye. For him, that was the saddest day - watching his sister go through that. Today was hard, but weve all had time to come to terms with it. Including, I think, Smokey. Heres something - he wasnt a big purrer. You know how some cats just arent? Not that he wasnt content or happy, he just wasnt a loud, purring guy. But all day today, whenever we touched or held him, which was as much as possible, he purred like a lawnmower. He couldnt see or smell very well, but he could feel us holding him and when he did, he purred. My mom thinks he was saying goodbye. Letting us know that he was ready. Sammy was amazingly strong. This is a little girl who is the baby of our family and is much more used to being cared for than being the caregiver. Ive seen her stand imperiously in the doorway with a foot stuck out, waiting for her brother to tie her shoe even though she is perfectly capable. (He does, with the exasperated chagrin of a beloved servant.) But with Smokey? Shes helped clean up pee when he became incontinent toward the end - very undignified. Shes held him while I squirted meds down his throat and while nurses inserted IVs in him. Shes had serious, detailed conversations with the veterinarian about changes in his diet, his gums, his breathing. Ive watched her kiss him and say goodbye every night before bed and every day before school, just in case. And today she was a rock. She insisted on holding him while the shots that put him to sleep and then stopped his heart were administered. She kissed him through her tears and told him she loved him. It was the most loving passing a little cat could have. Smokey never made it to his first birthday, but in his short time here, he made such an impact. Our hearts are achy and sore tonight, but somehow, a little bigger.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 05:13:25 +0000
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