Mushroom is gone.
Aug. 7th, 2011 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moominmuppetBecca just got ahold of me. They found her already gone, down in "The Pit" (a strange part of our living room that's really more part of the basement), where she liked to retreat when it got hot. Tomorrow I'll take her to Gateway for cremation, and I'll check to see if they can use her newest bottle of meds that was just delivered and is still unopened. They serve a lot of low-income clients, and a month of thyroid meds is $50 someone doesn't need to spend to keep their own beloved critter alive. I also need to call Bartel's (her vet) and the compounding pharmacy (if you need to medicate an animal without making them miserable, a compounding pharmacy is your best friend), and thank both for all they've done to give me several extra years with her.
All in all, it's almost the best death I could wish for her. I wish I could've been there, but a quiet calm death that requires no external intervention is a good thing, and a rare one in my experience.
I knew what Becca was going to tell me as soon as I got her IM asking me to call her right away. I've been feeling it coming recently; Shroom was less interested in eating, in socializing, and her coordination and vision seemed to be declining even further than where they had been. I'm just glad that the news was that she was dead, not suffering.
She's had a good long life, and the past year has been especially all about spoiling her; she's gotten to wander outside whenever she liked and enjoy the sun, she's gotten tasty food and treats and lots of love. I've been very aware we've been on borrowed time, and I've appreciated it as fully as I could.
I'm not mourning for her, really; her life was worth celebrating, not mourning. I'm mourning for the fact that I won't have her in my life anymore.
Thank you, Rosie and Bill, for providing me with one of the best friends to grace my life for the past 17 years. I never thought I'd end up so ridiculously attached to the hyperactive and thoroughly irritating adolescent kitten who originally moved in, but she grew into the most wonderful cat I've ever had.
All in all, it's almost the best death I could wish for her. I wish I could've been there, but a quiet calm death that requires no external intervention is a good thing, and a rare one in my experience.
I knew what Becca was going to tell me as soon as I got her IM asking me to call her right away. I've been feeling it coming recently; Shroom was less interested in eating, in socializing, and her coordination and vision seemed to be declining even further than where they had been. I'm just glad that the news was that she was dead, not suffering.
She's had a good long life, and the past year has been especially all about spoiling her; she's gotten to wander outside whenever she liked and enjoy the sun, she's gotten tasty food and treats and lots of love. I've been very aware we've been on borrowed time, and I've appreciated it as fully as I could.
I'm not mourning for her, really; her life was worth celebrating, not mourning. I'm mourning for the fact that I won't have her in my life anymore.
Thank you, Rosie and Bill, for providing me with one of the best friends to grace my life for the past 17 years. I never thought I'd end up so ridiculously attached to the hyperactive and thoroughly irritating adolescent kitten who originally moved in, but she grew into the most wonderful cat I've ever had.
