We have just returned from sending Vivian over the Rainbow Bridge and I need to write about it.
Today was different. She lost her appetite and was very non-reactive. At 11pm she had a mild seizure and while we hoped it was just a mild occurance we were not so lucky. After three hours with seizures going from every half hour to every 15 minutes, I knew beyond a doubt it was time. Thank God for after hours vets.
The last two, in the car and on the table were the worst. I had the vet sedate her first and we had a peaceful end.
Over this past week we had time to prepare ourselves and she had some really good moments. In the past year she had become a rather vocal cat. She would chat with you. I think it was Wednesday she went her daily walk we me in the garden. We have a maple tree where we sit in lawn chairs and my husband had built her a kitty tree with platforms so she could be with us and she always stuck close. She sat on her lower platform(she had become too careful to climb higher) and I sat beside her on an old tree stump. She was happy watching birds and after awhile she began to chat with me. Of course I talked back and told her what a good cat she had been and I hoped I was doing right by her. She sat right up and faced me and just chattered away. I felt like that was our end of life talk. I felt like she was telling me that she had had a wonderful life and she wanted to be remembered as the vibrant happy cat she had been and that she would remember these happy times under the tree when all was right with the world.
My husband and I had talked a lot about our decision this week. After I realized how badly tonight’s seizures were taking their toll I knew deep in my heart what the right thing was. I didn’t want her to suffer. I wanted to remember her sitting on that limb talking to me heart to heart.
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