Another Horrible Loss Options

[mollycat]

Just a short year ago, I lost my precious Molly . Molly and I were together over 16 years. She and I were alone together for several years before my daughter was born. She would eagerly await my arrival home from work and would sit in the window and meow when she saw me coming. When there was a storm, she would hide in the pan cabinet and all I could see were her eyes gleaming. We moved several times but we always together. When my daughter was born she would crawl up in my lap when I was feeding the baby and sleep against the baby's back. At night, the baby slept in one arm and Molly slept in the other arm....it made for some tight quarters since I was sleeping in a twin bed at my parents. She always made me feel better. She would put her paws on each side of my face and lick my nose. When she was 16, she started slowing down. Then she started having trouble breathing. She couldn't even lie down she would just sit hunkered over. She got so she wasn't eating and just sat on a blanket where I placed her. She didn't even like to be held. I had decided to take her to the vet when they opened on a Monday morning. Saturday night October 29, 2011 I gently placed Molly in the garage so she could go to her bed next to the furnace. The next morning when I opened the door, she was lying next to the door. She had not even made it to her bed. It hurt so much even though I knew it was coming. We buried her under the willow tree in the backyard.

About a year before Molly passed away, I found a kitten at my work. Whenever he saw my class on the playground, he would come running. I started feeding him and then took him home with me. I named him Kyle, and he appeared to be a Russian blue. Kyle was so sweet, he loved to sleep on the footrest of the recliner between my feet. When I scooped him into my arms, he would sleepily cuddle up to me. He loved to push his hard little face against mine and rub my cheek. As a baby, he carried around a balled up glove that we called "mittey". He would climb everything, walk on the balcony railing and bring home lots of "presents" including rabbits as big as he was. He was so wonderful and was only two years old. Last Friday, I went out to the garage and he was hunkered over on a box breathing funny. I brought him in the house and laid him on a blanket. He really couldn't even meow. I had to leave for work so my mom took him to the vet. The gave him oxygen and did x-rays. While the vet was describing the options, he stopped breathing. We think he may have been hit by a car. What made it even worse was that we couldn't even bury him. We had planned to bury him next to Molly but it seems that while they were trying to put a breathing tube in him, he bit someone at the vet's. Because he was due for his shots, they took him downtown for rabies testing.

Why did I have to lose two precious babies in less than a year? My arms feel so empty. A pet doesn't care what you look like, how much money you have, or what your job is. All they want is food, shelter, and love.

[mollycat]

Today it has been one year since my precious Molly left me. It seems like forever and yet like it just happened yesterday. I got Molly from my roommates cat. All the other kittens were cream but she was orange. I picked her because I wanted to be able to tell her apart from the other kittens. People laughed at her because they said she was ugly and looked funny. She had a long body, fat stomach that drooped, short legs, small paws, and a short tail..........but to me she was beautiful. She would watch out the window for me to come home. When I came home after being gone overnight, she would sniff around my mouth to welcome me.

When I was about to have my daughter, we went to my parents house to stay. She was fine with me there, but when I went to the hospital she hid under the bed. When I came home she had to sleep with me and the baby. Eventually she started going outside and had a little bed in the garage, but still came inside for cuddles.

She started slowing down when she turned sixteen and she didn't look so well. About a month before she died, she started acting funny. For a couple of days she kept hiding under the bookshelf. Then she just wanted to lie on a blanket on the couch. She could jump up by herself. She didn't like to be held and would cry if I picked her up. Then she would crouch on the couch but couldn't lie down. I would see her chest and abdomen go in and out when she breathed.

Every night I would carefully place her in her little bed next to the furnace and would go get her in the morning. Her last few days she wouldn't eat and I had to carry her into the house. On Friday night I decided to take her to the vet's on Monday knowing it was probably the end. Saturday night I kissed her and put her in the garage. Sunday morning I opened the garage door and she was lying right there. She had never moved from where I placed her.

I felt guilty knowing I should have taken her to the vet's earlier but I didn't want to face losing her.

The year before I had taken in a kitten I found at work telling myself it would make it easier when Molly was gone. I loved Kyle but it didn't fill the hole in my heart. Molly and I had a long history together. Kyle and I had a good relationship and got closer each day but now he too is gone. If only I could have one more day with them.