Our 2 Precious Girls Options

[LJP]

Hi everyone,
I've been looking for a site like this for a long time and through my tears this evening, have found a little comfort. Thank you. We lost our first girl, Fluff, in October last year, age nearly 14. She was a beautiful long haired tortie and had such a sweet and gentle nature. Her favourite thing was lying on her back, legs all over the place, meowing to us - she always " spoke " to her dad whenever he sneezed, as if to tell him off. She lost weight over a couple of years, but nothing ever showed up in her exam or bloods. About 6 weeks before we were due to go on holiday last year though, the appetite went downhill. The vet couldn't find a thing wrong and despite numerous pills she never got better. I'll always feel guilty for not being there those last 2 weeks. My brother in law looked after all our 4 babes while we were away. We phoned home every day, but something kept nagging at me - our worst fears were confirmed on our return - Fluff had almost faded away, but still tried to get up and greet us. My heart was broken. A shadow on her CXR finally showed up. We let her go the following day, with both of us cuddling her. Every time now we see a rainbow, I know she is watching us and saying hello.
Cleo went to join her yesterday. She was our first baby, came into our lives almost 17 years ago. Where has that time gone. I loved her so much - she was a black and white cat and ruled the roost! She was wrongly diagnosed with a nasal cancer 6 years ago ( turned out to be chronic rhinitis ) and battled through times of infection, but rallied with courses of antibiotics and steroids. She was so pampered, never ate cat food - always turkey, chicken, tuna , prawns or anything else tasty she fancied. Her eyes were so expressive - really let you know if she was annoyed!! But she was my ever present on the bed or under the duvet - always sandwiched in between us. Cleo suddenly went off her food last weekend. Our last trip to the vet in March showed a mass on her kidney. Our worst fears were confirmed. Our girl was ready to join her sister at the rainbow bridge. The weird thing was that Cleo hated going out, yet on Thursday she kept taking little walks and just sat looking around her as if to take everything in - that day, it showered and the sun shone - we counted at least 5 rainbows, the last a really bright one just after 8pm. I like to think that Fluff had come for her. Our baby was helped on her way yesterday at 12.30pm - my broken heart is now in pieces.