As I am writing this, Pyret is still alive, but only just barely. She is dying. She is not suffering, and she is lying peacefully on one of Björn’s T-shirts in one of her favourite places.
She is not in pain, she’s just 18½ years old and she’s simply slowly shutting down. We think that taking her in to the vet would cause her more stress than she needs, and the vet agrees. It’s a long bus ride, and she seems content to be here with us.
The other cats seem to know that something is happening to her, and they have all come to see her during the day.
I think they know she’s dying. They have all been really gentle to her…which is amazing, considering that she hissed and growled at them whenever they came near her.
It was really touching to see each of them come and visit her.
Especially Logan. The youngest and the oldest.
As I say, she is still here with us, but I don’t think it will be much longer. May StarClan light your path, Pyret von Rosenöra-Rosennos. May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep. There will soon be a new star in the night sky.
I have the saddest of sad news to share. Last night, Sherry messaged me from her vetrinarian’s office. She was there with Catalina, Jacoby and Dillin’s mother. Catalina had painful cancer in her lower jaw which made it difficult for her to eat.
Ch. Instincts Santa Catalina of Pellburn was only 11 years old…just two years older than Jake!
I never met Catalina in person, but I know she was always a wonderful mother and she had many wonderful kittens. Here is a video Sherry made of Catalina with one of her litters.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.
I cannot believe I am writing this post. I cannot believe that this is happening.
Back in January, I reported the sad news that my friend Kelli lost her Aby Emmy. In March, she adopted a new Aby girl, Maisy.
Sadly, just this past weekend, Maisy was diagnosed with FIP and Kelli made the horrible, painful decision to put her to sleep. Losing two beloved Abys in less than six months…oh, Kelli.
It’s especially painful since Kelli and I met because we shared a loss of Abys to FIP, her Maggie and my Gun-Hee. It’s never easy to lose a cat…but it’s so much harder when they don’t even get a chance to grow up.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, dear Maisy.
So sad to announce this…Jacoby has lost an uncle.
Last week, Sherry posted: “My 6 year old Wild Bill, the most playful and affectionate cat I’ve ever known, is in the hospital in critical condition tonight with sepsis after being blocked with urinary crystals. He has been in the hospital since Saturday morning and was seemingly recovering until this morning when he started to look weaker and ended up in septic shock from infection. I love him so very much and pray he makes it home soon – he’s missing rubs on his head and his favourite toy, Tim Horton coffee stir sticks – like so many people, he needs his Tim Hortons everyday.”
And then today came this sad news: “I am so broken hearted to let everyone know that my sweet boy Wild Bill passed away yesterday morning. I had him back to the vet the night before because he still did not have any appetite and seemed to be getting a bit worse rather than better with a below normal temperature. They gave him injections for pain and appetite but by yesterday morning he was very weak and a couple of hours after his morning syringe feeding he was barely able to walk and as soon as I saw his mouth open to breath I called my vet and rushed him right in – by the time I got there his heart had already stopped. I had no idea he could end up that bad that quickly after a urinary blockage. I am devastated to lose my Wild Bill – he was truly a special cat and will remain forever in my heart”
Wild Bill was Jake’s uncle. He was a younger sibling of Scar’s (same mother and father, but from a different litter). He was from the last litter of Ginger x TJ, born 3 May, 2010 – an uncle younger than Jake!
But it’s scary because Jake, too, has urinary crystals. He’s never had a blockage, but it’s serious motivation to make sure he only eats UT food.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today.
Horribly sad news from one of our dearest friends…Abyfriend Kelli’s sweet girl Emmy made her last trip to the vet yesterday. Emmy had been fighting pneumonia for several months, but just after Christmas, she got worse, and then had renal failure on top of her breathing problems.
On 1 January, Kelli posted: “Emmy is home and once again enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. She is still very weak and can’t walk from one room to another without having to pause for a minute due to her labored breathing, but she is definitely very happy to be home. The vet wanted to wait until Monday to recheck her lab values, so I won’t really know much until then. She has a very long, hard road ahead of her still, but I’m hopeful she can remain strong enough to beat this. I just wanted to thank everyone in this wonderful group for the love and support you’ve shown to us this week. I know we couldn’t have gotten this far without it. I will keep you all posted when I have something new to report. Please know though that she very much still needs your continued thoughts and prayers. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!”
But then yesterday, Kelli updated, “Prayers now please! Emmy is breathing faster than I’ve ever seen this morning and doesn’t want me near her. I just gave her the morning dose of pain meds and I’m having to wait until the vet opens in 30 minutes to call to see what to do. I’m terrified.”
And then…the post nobody wanted to read: “My baby earned her wings this morning. By the time we made it to the vet she let me know she was ready, so I did the last thing I could for her and set her free. I’m completely shattered. Fly high my love. You will always be in my heart.”
If you don’t remember, Kelli and I met when she sent me an email about her first Aby, Maggie, who died of FIP. I actually connected her with my friend Molly, from who Kelli got her other Aby, and Emmy’s partner in crime, Allie. And I met Kelli in 2013 when she came to the first NEMO show.
My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend has stopped running today. Sleep well in Tuonela, dear Emmy.