The sympathy card from the Vet came in the mail today. Which made me cry all over again. I wonder how many of the "parents" of the patients of my vet cry so openly when the vet says so gently, "it's time." I'm pretty sure my vet cried when she got off the phone with me . . . there is something especially pathetic about a monkey crying and trying desperately not to cry.
All weekend, I've been trying to get use to Cleo being gone. Our other very old cat has taken to sleeping tucked in behind a rocker . . . which is unusual for him. I suspects he knows she isn't coming back this time. She had a little bed on the heat vent between the food dishes and litter boxes. I can't bring myself to move it. She had a couple of blue medicine bottles on the counter . . . and I can't bring myself to throw them out. While cooking this weekend, I found myself looking before stepping back to make sure I didn't step on her. It was just routine to pick up a roasted chicken at the store, before I remembered I didn't need it this week. I had to turn around when I automatically headed towards the vet's office this morning. (For the last year, Cleo had been getting IV fluids several times a week.)
As much as it is sadness over the loss, it is also a change in the normal routine. That change compounds the emptiness of the loss. February was a month of losses. I cried a lot. Now, I'm just trying to settle into the changes.
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*hugs*
We lost one cat to kidney failure in January. Our other outdoor cat also had kidney failure caused by an infection, but she's recovering--but still needing fluids 5 times / week. My spouse learned how to do it, so we do it together. That will continue the rest of her life, which isn't expected to be so very long at this point--whether she gets fed up with being stuck or catches some other sickness that she can't fight off.
It sounds like you had a lot of good times with her, and you gave her a wonderful place to live and a lot of love. Most cats don't have such a wonderful monkey friend.
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