Suzi was getting significantly more frail over the past three months, and although she was ambling around okay on Friday, yesterday she didn’t want to eat, and last night she stumbled over to the food bowl and didn’t want to get up, but just do the Landseer thing instead, still not eating.
You know it’s really bad when not only is tuna ignored but also prawns are merely sniffed without even licking, let alone not bitten savagely from your fingers for not providing more of them fast enough.
She survived the night but in a state of physical collapse; a little TLC this morning perked her up briefly (photo above) but then she just lay down her head and wheezed.
At 10:30 I took her to the vet who agreed it was a matter of uncomfortable hours ahead, and so she was put to sleep with an extraordinarily large dose of barbituates – apparently when the heart is very weak they treble the dose just to make sure the stuff gets around the body, otherwise… well you can imagine.
She lived about 18 years – I can’t remember the exact date we got her and Buster, but due to being a runt and a heart murmur it was once diagnosed that she wouldn’t make it to ten years, let alone her eventual age.
She was a good cat. A very feline cat – slightly dim but a feral killing machine with a good purr, as opposed to her brother who I believe thought himself human. She’ll be buried in the garden near Buster. I’ll miss her.
To answer the obvious question: yes I shall probably get more cats – perhaps another pair in 18 to 24 months. They will be Cat 5 and Cat 6, although Cat 5 will actually be Cat 5(E). Long story.
But for the moment I need a break, especially from the smell of used cat-litter.
Thanks in advance, everyone.
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