Fifteen years ago our youngest daughter was begging for a cat of her own, even through we already had a dog and a cat. At the time Peachie collected pandas and wanted a black and white kitten. I started calling the shelters and finally found one. A person had left 7 kittens tied up in a bag on the side of the road, and only 2 of the kittens had survived. Of course we took them both - Lucy and Magic.
On Tuesday Lucy passed away very suddenly. In the afternoon we noticed that she would walk a little and then lay down. Walk a little and then lay down. When she did not come out when dinner was served I went looking for her and found her lying rather limp under our bed. She would occasionally mew but did not sound like she was in any distress. We wrapped her in a towel and immediately took her to the vet. We called Peachie who was at work and she asked that we not do anything until she could get there. Unfortunately the vet said that her belly was filling with blood (most likely a ruptured tumor) and that she didn't have long. I made the decision to end it quickly and held that little fur ball while the vet gave her her last shots.
The office was closing but the vet said she would stay until Peachie and Beaner could get there. (It is such a luxury to be good friends with your vet) She put us in the "grieving room" and wrapped Lucy in a warm, soft blanket and placed a little bouquet of flowers next to her. The girls finally arrived and there were lots and lots of tears.
We are all still struggling with tears that ebb and flow with each passing memory. It is a good thing for rescue animals to find homes where they are so loved. And it is a wonderful thing to have 15 years of soft and fluffy memories from a companion who asked nothing in return except an occasional scratch under her chin..
So here's to Lucy:
- the softest, silkiest animal I ever had the pleasure of petting
- who loved to carry socks up from the laundry room and leave them randomly throughout the house
- who was the best mouser I've ever lived with
- who was a gentle caretaker to both her sister Magic and her dog Misha
- who's love got Peachie thru boyfriend breakups, sports' heart breaks and the transitions of elementary to middle to high school to college.
- who loved to be spooned
- who didn't mind me burying my face in her fur and would lick my eyelids when I was sad.
- who passed quickly and without suffering thereby sparing me the agony of having to witness that.