I wanted to make a tribute to my beautiful girl cat, Purdey, who I had had for 16 yrs. She was 19yrs old when she passed away & it is only now I feel I am able to write this post.
We returned from holiday Saturday just gone but had received a call the day before saying she had made a turn for the worse. Though she had thyroid issue as well as kidney issues, she was still jumping baby gates, going in to the garden and enjoying herself, so it was a shock that there was such a sudden turn.
When I got home I didn’t know what to expect, but knew we were booked to turn tail and go straight to the vets with her. She had been the day before with the pet sitters, had bloods, urine tests etc plus re-hydrating as she wasn’t eating and not walking at all well. It was a huge shock to see her, she was so thin, she couldn’t walk at all, even keeping her head up was hard, her eyes were foggy and dilated, it was heart breaking.
I knew in my heart that it was time, the vets confirmed that there was a 5% chance that if she was medicated she would improve a tiny bit for perhaps 3 months but not how she was and that it would be putting her through a lot for very little. I didn’t want to her to suffer, so I had to make the decision to end her life. I have never had that situation before, it’s extremely hard taking that responsibility and you have moments flitting through you head of “what if”, guilt, sadness and the other side trying to be rational.
I held her as she was injected and felt her last breath, a little piece of my heart died at that moment and I couldn’t quite take in that she had passed away. It won’t be the same without her beautiful little face. I spent two days crying constantly, feeling in limbo, I am coming out of that cloud and hoping that she is up there with Splodge (my pug) and my mother who adored her.
We wait for her to return, cremated, but I want to just tell you a little about her, the happy memories….
It all started a long time ago, when I had a cat I inherited from my granny who was an agoraphobic, so I thought a pal would be good. I had found a girl who had acquired many pets of many species, she now had a boyfriend and wanted to get rid of some. She had an agoraphobic cat, I thought “hey perfect”. So I went to visit her. The flat was like a zoo, I felt slightly sad for all of them. She pointed to the room where this cat was supposed to see, but I couldn’t see it. Eventually we found it, a black cat that refused to come out from under a low piece of furniture, all I saw was a jet black face and some fangs. Meanwhile a rather large tortoise shell kept meowing and doing a figure of 8 between my legs.
I asked if that one was an indoor cat, she said no. The cat kept on meowing at me and zig zagging in and out, this was Purdey. I took her and didn’t look back since.
When she was young she had a huge amount of fur, a coat to die for, was a beautiful mix of rustic shades and dark with stunning green eyes. She was definitely a Lady as I would call her. She wouldn’t put up with any stranger cats trying to get in to our house and she ruled the roost with our boy cat. However, she was definitely independent, she wasn’t a carry around cat, nor would she climb on your lap, however if you were in bed, that is where she would want to be, but she would jingle and jangle all night long until she would eventually get thrown out. She did however like to help herself to a lick of a cup of tea if it were beside your bed, my mother encouraged this much to my disapproval 🙂
She was my female addition to a house full of males and I miss her dreadfully. My boy cat with whom she had not much time for I know senses the loss.
So since then my boy cat who is 17yrs old and also has kidney issues, which is very common in elderly cats, but he still leads a full life, he had to have a blood and urine test on Monday. I was nervous after everything that had happened. I was in the dentist with the kids whilst Shrek took him in. Apparently 3 adults could not contain Peewee (my boy cat), in order to give him his shot, apparently he was growling and roaring like a tiger and punching his little paws out wherever he could, to the point he had to be given morphine to sedate him. The vet says he has the constitution of an ox and the strength, his results came back good, phew!
My dog, Teddy, my 3 yr old Frenchie also had to have major surgery, Tuesday for his breathing issues. It turns out he had a huge hernia, which had to be removed, so he was opened down his entire chest and stomach. Plus he had to have 3 cms of his soft palate removed, tonsils removed and nostrils widened. It was risky surgery, but necessary as otherwise he would collapse again with his breathing. It’s awful that with many pure breeds of bulldogs it turns out have this issue. I used to think his snorting was cute, but now I realise he was constantly struggling to get full breath.
I was on tenderhooks yesterday and still today, but he has come around, is standing and breathing. The next thing is to check he can eat and not be sick or choke. So I await a further call today and we get him back Friday.
All I can say is it has been quite a start to the return of my holiday, full of heartache, worry and pain, but that is the responsibility of emotions you take on when you get pets.
So a tribute to my lovely cat Purdey and come home healthy to my sweet Teddy!