My cat Silver passed away Friday. I was completely blindsided. I knew she was elderly but it just seems like it was too soon. We had been fighting a running battle with an ear infection (not helped by the fact that Jack kept agitating at it and getting her ear all spitty and nasty) but I noticed on Tuesday she didn’t look quite right. Refused all meals both Wednesday and Thursday so called vet on Thursday morning and was able to get her in Friday morning. Vet found a fist sized mass in her abdomen and LSS, she’s not a candidate for surgery at 19 and with possibility of shaky cardiac and lab values - I let her go.
I miss her so. She was Miss Quiet except for when she liked to drag her favorite toy thru the house in the small hours of the morning, howling the whole time. She only wanted to be petted when I was in the bathroom - I guess she figured since I was “occupied” I was safe. She had taken to sleeping on my bed and actually wanting to come up for a couple of quick pats before scurrying off to the corner. I had just bought her a whole box of her favorite food so now whenever I open the cupboard there it is reminding me of her like the empty cat bed in my window seat. Jack really misses her; he went thru the house last night muttering to himself and trying to curl up with the other cats like he used to snug up with her.
RIP Silver Bear 2002 - 2021.
