We lost Alice on Saturday. It was completely unexpected. We came home from an afternoon errand, and when I went upstairs, I saw her on the bed and went to pet her. Alice was always skittish; she didn’t come in until she was at least 3, and she had that female-cat-on-the-street wariness that never wore off, even when she wanted to relax.
She let me pet her head for a bit, then rolled over, put her leg in the air and began to wash. I started to turn away, and my eye was caught by something red. There was a large, red, fleshy thing under her tail that hadn’t been there the day before.
|Tired mama cat, still outside|
We took her down to Penn Vet Hospital, which is only about 8 blocks away (and which I have taken advantage of more times than I can count in the 17 years I’ve lived in my house). They were pretty busy, but she was seen quickly and after about 1.5 hours a resident came out to talk to me and get a history.
I gave her Alice’s background, including the fact that she reacted badly to anesthesia and that I generally let her issues ride, in the hopes that they would heal on their own (a cut paw and an eye infection healed; she had to be vetted for her bad teeth). Because the thing on her rear looked so odd – red, but not bloody, and recent – I asked if it could be possible that Alice had actually pooped out some of her insides.
|Thinking about life indoors (with Max)|
It wasn’t a prolapse, it was a mass; but yes, she had actually strained so hard that she pooped out the mass. It had probably been growing for a while, giving her some trouble in the litterbox, but not enough to actually cause the kind of discomfort that would make her alert me to a problem. He said that she was sitting calmly in her cage, alternating between snacking and cleaning this newly-found piece of her anatomy without a seeming care in the world.
Which he did, and we had a nice, un-Alice-like cuddle. Which to me feels almost like she knew what was coming and could finally relax. After about 15 minutes, he came back and gave her the first shot, which would relax her and eventually make her go to sleep. While that was kicking in, I rubbed both her always-itchy ears and could feel her feet moving in the blanket. Then, slowly, they stopped and her purring quieted. He gave her the second shot, and later I walked home with the empty carrier.
I’ve been here before. It’s never easy, but this was easier than some. There are worse things than going before you realize you’re sick, before you’re in pain. There are worse things than making the decision to let a loved kitty go before you’re ready, but she is.
Alice. Alice Marie. Little Alice Roundhead. A-Bomb. Alley Rabbit. Rabbit Cat. Bunny Cat. Bunniqua. Owlis. Little Mama.
She was all those cats and more. Mom to Nicky and Harriet, both still around (one oblivious, one looking for her). She will be missed.
I'm so sorry for your loss. For such small beings they do leave a big hole. May you rest & have peace. Much love,
"Bobcat scratch-it" (age 16)
I am so sorry for your loss. As a pet owner myself, I can identify with what you had to face and I am sitting here weeping. But you are wise to know what was best for Alice and able to let her go. Jean
What a difficult time for you - thankfully as bad for Alice as it could have been. Thank you for sharing your story.
I am so sorry for your loss. I truly understand. Just know that you gave her life love.
My kitties and I all send our sympathies :(
So sorry, it always hurts, even when you know it coming, even when you know it is the right thing. And yes, best to go before the pain, the inevitable disability. I recently said goodbye to my 17-yo dachshund, who had been in a slow decline for a year. The best thing my vet said to me was "you don't have to let them bottom out before you say goodbye." A good life and a peaceful end.
I'm so sorry for your loss; it never gets easier, especially when we have to choose to let them go. I'm crying for you and for your Alice, and hoping that good memories of her help sustain you.
Losing one of our own is always difficult. I love all your nicknames - we had several for our girl too. You are a great mom, very compassionate. I'm thankful you were there for her.
Sending Light to you and the loved ones.
I'm sorry for you again...so sad.
So sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing her story. I'm glad she had a good life with you, and that her passing was peaceful and with you holding her.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry. She was a pretty girl. In her pictures she has a self-contained dignity. I'm glad for both of you that you had her as long as you did, but sorry she had to go before you were ready.
So so sorry for your loss.
Sorry for your loss. We lost a cat more than 24 years ago and I still miss him. He was a superb cat. I know he sits in heaven on the right hand of God or maybe Mark Twain. Alice may be there too.
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