(Written: August 2023)
Our Sick Kitty
Just as the vet predicted, our cat ate less and less due to her inoperable and progressing cancer. My husband tried many different foods, and some she would eat a tiny bit of. But she must have felt bad, and attributed it to the food, so inevitably she would stop eating each one. Even her treats, she wouldn’t eat anymore.
As she stopped eating, she became slower and slower. She spent more and more time sleeping on her favorite spot on the kitty condo right in front of the window. She stopped coming to greet us in the morning. The final and most obvious sign to my husband and I, was when she no longer lay in her favorite spot on the kitty condo at all, but instead lay in the dark closet. She had never laid in the closet ever before. I tried to make it comfortable for her, laying a bed and some blankets on the ground. My husband carried her over to her window spot throughout the day, where she would stay for awhile before ending up back in the closet.
I let my family know things were going down hill, and we’d probably have to make a difficult decision soon. My brother asked if she was still up for visitors, he wanted to see her again and say goodbye. She was still loving attention and pets, so he came to visit with her that evening. His visit meant a lot to me. It felt like he was honoring her and the place she holds in all our hearts. Pets are truly part of the family.
The day after she started spending almost all her time in the closet, I called to schedule a euthanasia appointment for the next day. I knew this day was coming, but still my voice broke and I started crying making the appointment. I didn’t want my sweet kitty to die, and here I was scheduling it. It felt wrong, and heartbreaking. We still held hope she’d start eating again, and I told the receptionist I might call and cancel later. She said they are very understanding when it comes to things like this.
The Appointment
Unfortunately, our sweet kitty did not start eating again and continued hiding in the closet. We let the kids know that we were bringing her to the vet, and that she wasn’t going to be coming home. The vet was going to help her die painlessly and peacefully. (They already knew she was sick). They had a chance to say goodbye, then I brought them over to my parent’s house.
When I got back, I took a hydroxyzine (my anxiety/panic medication), and my husband and I spent the remaining time before we had to leave with our kitty. He had set her back at her window seat and she was relaxing and enjoying our pets – her little rumbly and raspy purr going nonstop. My husband was fully present to the moment, sitting down after a petting session and crying on the couch. It’s terrible – but I was numbed out. He tried his best to pull me out and into the moment, asking me if I wanted one on one time with her. But I just couldn’t do it – I couldn’t say goodbye. I couldn’t go emotionally to where my husband was and be present for him or for this moment. I felt empty.
My husband put the quilt I made for our cats into the cat carrier and loaded our sweet kitty into it – it was time to go. As she sat in her carrier on the ride over in my lap, it reminded me of when we adopted her almost exactly 10 years ago. How excited we were (she was our first pet), and how heartbroken we were now. Our sweet kitty looked out the car window, and the gentle evening sunlight shown on her face. The drive over was through the woods, and it brought me peace to drive through that setting. It made me think of how she was going home, back to nature, like we all do. Still, I didn’t want to say goodbye and I felt sad for all the things she didn’t get to do (like explore the outdoors and lay in grass – she was an indoor only kitty once we adopted her). I wish I had found more time to spend with her, I’ve been so busy over these years raising the kids.
Getting The Vet’s Opinion
When we arrived at the Vet Clinic, we were immediately brought to a side room I’ve never noticed was there before. We got her out of her carrier and she laid on the exam table purring as we pet her. Our vet (who is the one who diagnosed and had been trying to alleviate the symptoms of my cat’s cancer) listened to how our sweet kitty wasn’t eating and how she was behaving at home. I felt so torn, I felt maybe we should bring her home. I expressed these feelings to the vet – but the vet reassured us, it was clear our sweet kitty put up a big fight to live, but she was exhausted. This was clear to me too, as she is normally up and walking around on the vet’s table, but today she was laying down only lifting her head some. She was purring though, enjoying the pets and attention. The vet said with her diagnoses and not eating, she was only going downhill from this point, and it was a “gift” to help her find peace.
The vet gave my husband and I time to discuss. We agreed, now was the right time. We thought about whether we should hold our sweet kitty for the process. But decided not to because, though she absolutely loved humans – she was a sit next to you on the couch kitty not a lap kitty.
We both pet her as the vet came in and started the process. She was laying down, sunlight was slanting through the one window in the room laying a beautiful golden light over her. She looked relaxed, peaceful. Through tears, I heard myself say “we love you”, and then she was gone.
The vet left the room and my husband and I crying hugged each other. It was so sad that she had been in that room with us, and she still was, but she was gone. She lay there just like herself, but never again would we see her little paws “make biscuits” in the air in enjoyment of a head scratch or hear her gruff little meow.
Unexpected Feelings
As difficult and sad as it was to say goodbye, I caught myself feeling something I wasn’t expecting to. I felt a peace, I recognized a beauty to the goodbye. I have not experienced death first hand before. I expected nothing but absolute dread and heartbreak at the vets that day. And it was. But there was a beauty to the love my husband and I shared for our kitty and the love she shared for us. That room at the vet’s office, those final moments with her, were full of that love. And I hope she felt it. Death is inevitable to all of us, but beautiful moments of connection between living souls isn’t. It made me reflect on those I love, and my own life.
This is a short poem I wrote in the car on the way home dedicated to my kitty:
I once knew a sinless soul,
She had whiskers
and caramel toes.