This is "little" Sophia. (Circa 2004) |
She had fought off illness so many times before, I must have thought this time was no different. As a matter of fact, her passing away Monday was the last thing I thought was going to happen.
If she wasn't in the bedroom with me, I would always go out and check on her before I went to bed, just to see where she was sleeping at night. I walked into the kitchen around 12:30 a.m. and she meowed very urgently at me. It was a meow I had never heard before and I immediately knew something was wrong. When I ran over to her she was having trouble breathing.
I cried out for my boyfriend, Jeff (who Sophia loved to pieces) to help me, and I picked her up and carried her to the couch in the living room. We contemplated taking her to the emergency vet, but because our town is so small, the local vet uses the emergency vet after hours, which is 40 miles away. I just laid down on the couch in the living room with her on my chest, right by my heart. I stroked her fur and her paws and cried quietly while telling her how much I loved her, what a good cat she was, and how I was so thankful to have her in my life for so long. I was able to remain calm and comfort her as best I could.
Thankfully, it only took about 20-30 minutes, but it felt like forever. Her breathing came in gasps with no inhalation in between. Over the course of the 20 minutes it became longer and longer between the gasps. Until finally she took one last gasp, closed her eyes and passed away right on my chest. I was so glad it didn’t last longer because I was so frightened that she would have to go through that all night. I didn’t even have time to decide on euthanasia, although I was never crazy about it, but during those 20 minutes, I understood why it is done. It was excruciatingly hard to hear and see her like that, but everything just happened so quickly and after hours, so it was all we could do.
Thank God Jeff was there to do the really hard stuff like get a box and towels and take her from me after she had passed. He was so awesome the whole time, helping me, being so gentle with her, talking to her and me and telling both his "girls" that things would be alright. In fact, we both laid our hands on her the moment she passed. He is amazing–so patient and funny and kind. Somehow, I think Sophia knew it was okay to go because I have him in my life now.
It was so hard, but it was time. I've never experienced the death of any pet that close and intimately and to tell you the honest truth, it was peaceful and . . . even beautiful. I really could not have imagined it going any better. You know, if she had trouble breathing like that during the day, I would have rushed her to the vet, freaked out, and it would've been a very different experience. It was just so strange and happened very fast . . . but somehow perfectly.
I am lucky that I now live only 90 miles from my immediate family. So, Jeff and I drove to my parent’s house Monday and buried her there under a beautiful Spanish olive tree in the front yard. It was very nice. My parents loved her very much too. She would often come with me for holidays or stay with them when I was going on an extended trip. She loved to sit with my Father in his comfy chair and talk to my Mom when she fed her. She even had her own Christmas stocking. She was very much a part of our family.
I am doing pretty good now too. I’m getting to the point where I can smile when I think of her instead of crying. Sophia and I had so many wonderful memories, as she was with me for over 13 years. I still have no idea how old she was when I got her, maybe 2? The vet thinks she was older than that, so she was maybe 16 or 17 when she passed away. I still have moments when I miss her, especially when I am at the house alone, but I know that it will get better and that she is healthy now and sleeping in some warm spot with her grey shiny, fluffy fur shining in the sun.
This is "old" Sophia. (Circa 2013) |
I hope this entry will help anyone who has lost a pet recently, in the past, or is struggling with the loss.
This is "queen" Sophia! I loved her little paws! (Feb. 2014) |
Nik
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