Dearly Departed

I had to take Jinx to the animal hospital to be euthanized. The poor little kitty held on for another night, and it was too sad to see her silently suffering, weakening. She managed a last purr for me last night, as I combed her and tried to make her more comfortable.

The vet said she had acute renal failure, that it was common for cats her age. We figured it was something that, although it certainly didn't make it any easier.

Jinx: 1992-2007.

Hey...

Does anybody still read this blog? There have to be a few lurkers out there, right? Not that it's been very interesting at the moment, I'll admit.

My cat, Jinx, is dying. I think she'll be dead either today, tonight, or tomorrow. She's old -- she's over 15 years old, and has lost most of her weight, won't eat or drink, and is definitely close to her end. She was a great cat, definitely my cat -- I was her favorite person by far; she hated most everybody else, but liked me. My older son said "she needs some new stripey legs; we can get a doctor to get her new legs." He's such a sweetie, my little engineer.

Anyway, I cried last night, combed and petted her; I didn't want to take her off to a place, where she'd be surrounded by strange things and strangers. Instead, I put a soft towel and a water dish near one of our radiators, and carried her there to sleep, so she'd at least be comfortable and warm. I've never had a pet before, never had to deal with the death of one. Makes me sad -- seeing her be so feline-stoic, keeping a brave face on her sickness, was just heartbreaking to me. Would that we could all die with such grace.

Her brother, Newt, is still strong and in good health; he's got a few more years in him, by the look of him.

Anyway, it'll be soon. I'll try to take a good picture of her to post, once she dies.