Dec 14/13 She was sitting on the step crying. And the snowstorm was so bad I just had to take her in. A beautiful fat calico, so fat that I actually thought she might be pregnant. But we had 2 others already so Al made her a little covered bed in the garage. And every day he would go out morning and night to feed her, give her a cuddle and have a little visit. Despite posters, calls to every shelter, ads in the paper, no one claimed her and so Lola finally moved in. She was always Al’s cat. Probably about 5 when we got her. She loved to sleep on his work clothes, stubborn, pushy and very independent. Every summer out all day, loved to go and had a wide range in the neighborhood. And for such a little thing her body weight probably went up and down 3 pounds from summer to winter. In the last couple of years, as Al has declined, so has she. But always fast friends and as soon as he would sit, she would find him and sit on his lap. And if he was not feeling well and would snooze on the couch, she would snuggle up and sleep on his chest. The last year has been more difficult. Some dehydration problems, periods of time when I had to give her fluids through a huge needle under the scruff of the neck. But she loved to lay in front of the fireplace, still loved to cuddle. But the last couple of days she has been off her food. I have been down this road before and know that we cannot risk seeing how the week end will go. So off to the vet yesterday. I leave her for blood work while I get to another appointment and return later to pick her up. I think that she will need to be rehydrated again, morning and night for awhile and I know that approaching 18 years, she does not have long. But the vet wants to review her blood work. This is bad, and this isn’t good, and this is not something we want to see. And then I understand. You think we should put her down now. I know she is lethargic but she doesn’t seem that bad to me. But the vet does not encourage me taking her home. “Her quality of life is not going to improve, I think it is time”. After the last time, I vowed I would never haul an animal back and forth for me. I wouldn’t stretch it out, and I would never submit them to needless suffering. That when it was time, I would not stall. And I know this is right. I call Al’s support staff to bring him, and he comes. He is glad to see her, to sit and pet her but even though I tell him she is really sick, he doesn’t understand that she is going to die now. So we sit for a bit, and talk to her and pet her and then I call the vet. It only takes a moment, she slips away. And he doesn’t quite understand why we are not taking her home. But it only lasts a minute, by the time we are in the car he doesn’t remember and sings Jingle Bells all the way home. And when he sees the other kitty at home, he calls her Lola, and strokes her and says what a good friend she is.
The last time we lost one of our cats we cried for days. They are so much a part of our lives. At least they were. But he doesn’t know to mourn her for more than a minute. One more indication that much more than our Pretty Miss Lola is gone.