Two weeks ago I posted : It’s a Blustery Day, KitKat, where I spoke of our feline granny family member and her dedication to us for almost 20 years. I mused about her love of rolling on the grass in the warm sunshine, and her favorite place to nap among the mint.
I mentioned her fearlessness when chasing dogs out of our yard, and her cranky, but mellow mood as she aged. How she put up with birds eating her food, and the addition of 4 other cats in the last 3 years.
Just a few days before, a little wobbly on her feet, and light as a feather, she stood at our back door waiting for the chance to duck in for a little nap and scratch on the head.
On May 25th, we all left the house around 5pm to go downtown, KitKat was hovering at the door as usual. The next morning, KitKat wasn’t in her usual spot at the patio door. She didn’t show up for lunch, or dinner.
We did a neighborhood search, but she wasn’t to be found.
On the third day, Thursday, May 28th I left the house around 7:40am to drive my son to school as usual, and just as we left J sent me a text message that he found KitKat was on our front lawn, not moving… but breathing.
I rushed back after dropping D off. J had laid her on the back lawn. She was barely conscious and looked totally dehydrated. I called my good friend who is a cat lover and retired Doc. While I waited for her to come, I spoke to KitKat, and repeated God’s name as I pet her. She twitched her legs periodically.
I called and cancelled a date with my sister who was visiting from the East coast. She said of course to stay with kitty.
Doc came over and said just in case there was a chance that she was only dehydrated, to take her to the Vet. I wrapped KiKat in a towel and drove the three blocks to the Vet.
Verdict: The vet said that her heart was beating very slowly. The tumor she had developed 2 years ago, had probably spread. Our sweet little old lady, having lived a full and wonderful life, was ready to move on.
Feeling like I didn’t want the responsibility alone, but knowing it was the only decision, I agreed to put her to sleep, and brought her home for a family memorial.
My daughter drove over, and when D got home after school with his girlfriend, we had a sweet celebration of KitKat’s life.
We reminisced about her escapades, her adorable grouchiness the last 3 years, her ability to make us laugh and to make us fawn over her, and her ability to stealthily run into the house when we came through the patio door before we could realize she was there.
J planted catnip between the rocks, and the other kitties are often found rubbing themselves on the rocks and chewing the leaves. I hope KitKat gets a kick out of that!
The evening turned cold and blustery, like the day I wrote the post 2 weeks before.
Our church was celebrating the long-awaited ground breaking of a new Sanctuary in our neighborhood that evening, and I figured that KitKat realized cats weren’t invited and wanted to attend.
Pets bring us joy, but more than that, they bring us health. Seniors who have pets live healthier and longer. Being around or petting your animal friend can decrease Blood pressure, Cholesterol levels, Triglyceride levels, and alleviate feelings of loneliness.
KitKat lives on in our memories as one of our dearest pets, and our hearts as a companion.
Here’s to your new life, sweet kitty. May you reap as much love and joy as you sowed in us. ♥