Thank you all so much for your kind words and thoughts about the loss of my beloved kitty, Emmy. Dust Bunnies are the BEST.
This was SO hard. I could tell this day was getting close, because Emmy wasn't really eating much and she was (literally) almost skin and bones. She was also having trouble walking, but still managed to get around when she needed to. On Tuesday night I could tell things had taken a turn for the worse. Emmy seemed agitated and uncomfortable - and by Wednesday morning she was having trouble breathing - literally gasping for breath. I knew I had to get her to the Vet and have her put to sleep.
I had been trying to prepare myself for this - but it was so much harder than I ever thought it would be. Thank God for my roommate - he went with me to the Vet's office and actually took Emmy back into the Exam Room with the Vet. I don't know exactly how it all went down back there - and I don't ever want to know. I said my goodbyes to my baby girl back at the apartment, and then once more at the front desk of the Vet's office. Then my roommate took her into the back and I slumped into a couch in the waiting room and cried. It was all over in about 15 minutes and we returned to the apartment with an empty cat carrier.
I miss Emmy so much. I had her for 15 years - more than 1/3rd of my life. She was the absolute sweetest cat, who loved snuggling with me on the couch and getting her head rubbed. She also liked to STALK me when I came home from work for her evening meal of canned cat food. Emmy did not rest until she had prodded me into opening that can.
Later that evening I fed my other cat, Oscar, and he didn't even bother going over to his dish. Oscar prefers the dry cat food that I give him in the morning. And when I had to take Emmy's food dish off the kitchen floor and put it into the sink for good, I cried. In fact, I'm not too proud to admit that there are tears streaming down my face as I type this. I am so glad I have Oscar - who didn't leave my side all day Wednesday (I didn't go to work). I know I'm going to sound like some crazy cat lady - but Oscar is NOT a "hang out with Daddy on the couch" kind of kitty - Emmy was. But it's almost like Oscar knows that I need him right now and he has been as snuggly as he has ever been.
I have had cats all my life - my parents are "cat people", and my family always had cats when I was growing up. But Emmy was the first cat that was MINE. When I moved into Manhattan 15 years ago, Emmy was living in the apartment with my roommate at the time. When that roommate moved out a few months later, Emmy stayed and became Daddy's little girl. And even though she is gone, she will ALWAYS be my baby.
This was SO hard. I could tell this day was getting close, because Emmy wasn't really eating much and she was (literally) almost skin and bones. She was also having trouble walking, but still managed to get around when she needed to. On Tuesday night I could tell things had taken a turn for the worse. Emmy seemed agitated and uncomfortable - and by Wednesday morning she was having trouble breathing - literally gasping for breath. I knew I had to get her to the Vet and have her put to sleep.
I had been trying to prepare myself for this - but it was so much harder than I ever thought it would be. Thank God for my roommate - he went with me to the Vet's office and actually took Emmy back into the Exam Room with the Vet. I don't know exactly how it all went down back there - and I don't ever want to know. I said my goodbyes to my baby girl back at the apartment, and then once more at the front desk of the Vet's office. Then my roommate took her into the back and I slumped into a couch in the waiting room and cried. It was all over in about 15 minutes and we returned to the apartment with an empty cat carrier.
I miss Emmy so much. I had her for 15 years - more than 1/3rd of my life. She was the absolute sweetest cat, who loved snuggling with me on the couch and getting her head rubbed. She also liked to STALK me when I came home from work for her evening meal of canned cat food. Emmy did not rest until she had prodded me into opening that can.
Later that evening I fed my other cat, Oscar, and he didn't even bother going over to his dish. Oscar prefers the dry cat food that I give him in the morning. And when I had to take Emmy's food dish off the kitchen floor and put it into the sink for good, I cried. In fact, I'm not too proud to admit that there are tears streaming down my face as I type this. I am so glad I have Oscar - who didn't leave my side all day Wednesday (I didn't go to work). I know I'm going to sound like some crazy cat lady - but Oscar is NOT a "hang out with Daddy on the couch" kind of kitty - Emmy was. But it's almost like Oscar knows that I need him right now and he has been as snuggly as he has ever been.
I have had cats all my life - my parents are "cat people", and my family always had cats when I was growing up. But Emmy was the first cat that was MINE. When I moved into Manhattan 15 years ago, Emmy was living in the apartment with my roommate at the time. When that roommate moved out a few months later, Emmy stayed and became Daddy's little girl. And even though she is gone, she will ALWAYS be my baby.
