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Zil was put to sleep early this morning. I think she spent a fairly comfortable last night on the spare bed (snuggled against me in in the spare bed). I kept her company, brought her water and took her to the litter tray as needed.
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It wasn't a treatable condition, so I'm glad I kept her at home for that last night. I think taking her to the vet would have finished her whenever I did it, but she wasn't going to make it past lunchtime today, whatever I did. This way, we had a bit more time and the boys had a chance to say goodbye to her this morning, but she was in the right place to get oxygen and the injection when she really needed them. I'm especially glad the boys got to say goodbye as they'd gone to bed before we realised there was anything wrong with her. It's been so quick. Sure, she's been taking things slower over the years, but yesterday at 6 she was still able to get up and down stairs and seemed her usual self as I hoovered around her. (Yes, this really was normal for Zil, the bombproof cat.) It was only when she didn't want to get off the bed or eat her dinner at bedtime that we realised something was wrong. She was 15 and a half, so it's not a total surprise, but I somehow thought there'd be more warning. I feel bad that I've been concentrating my cat attention of Fruitcake recently and not letting Zil eat much of the nice treat food Fruitie was getting to fatten her up.
We've buried her out the front where she liked to sit in the sun and smell the catnip. We are now a very sad monkey family. With the possible exception of Fruitcake who is--quite properly--shunning me.
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musique_monkey has always made it clear that he doen't care about either of the cats. So he went to bed upstairs as normal last night. Then spent the whole night filing 4 years worth of accumulated paperwork because he couldn't sleep. This was, you understand, entirely coincidental and unconnected with what was going on downstairs. But it was very nice to find him around and stressing whenever I was up and needing monkey company.
( cut for cat death )
It wasn't a treatable condition, so I'm glad I kept her at home for that last night. I think taking her to the vet would have finished her whenever I did it, but she wasn't going to make it past lunchtime today, whatever I did. This way, we had a bit more time and the boys had a chance to say goodbye to her this morning, but she was in the right place to get oxygen and the injection when she really needed them. I'm especially glad the boys got to say goodbye as they'd gone to bed before we realised there was anything wrong with her. It's been so quick. Sure, she's been taking things slower over the years, but yesterday at 6 she was still able to get up and down stairs and seemed her usual self as I hoovered around her. (Yes, this really was normal for Zil, the bombproof cat.) It was only when she didn't want to get off the bed or eat her dinner at bedtime that we realised something was wrong. She was 15 and a half, so it's not a total surprise, but I somehow thought there'd be more warning. I feel bad that I've been concentrating my cat attention of Fruitcake recently and not letting Zil eat much of the nice treat food Fruitie was getting to fatten her up.
We've buried her out the front where she liked to sit in the sun and smell the catnip. We are now a very sad monkey family. With the possible exception of Fruitcake who is--quite properly--shunning me.
ETA
musique_monkey has always made it clear that he doen't care about either of the cats. So he went to bed upstairs as normal last night. Then spent the whole night filing 4 years worth of accumulated paperwork because he couldn't sleep. This was, you understand, entirely coincidental and unconnected with what was going on downstairs. But it was very nice to find him around and stressing whenever I was up and needing monkey company.
