We hardly knew ye

November 27th, 2003

It’s 2:15 am and Kip and I just got back from Dove Lewis Emergency Veterinarian Hospital, where we said good-bye to Zydeco.

The doctor who saw her figured that she threw a blood clot at some point this afternoon and really, in her still fragile state, there was no chance of recovery. I had to agree, especially when she was brought back in so we could say our farewells.

Still sucks, still hurts, can’t believe she’s only been with us for a little under two months. We took her in the begining of October when she had collapsed from near starvation on our front porch, so skinny, so filthy. We had been noticing her a couple of weeks before that, wandering our street. Thing is, she had an owner, who was slowly killing her with neglect, a mean feat on this street (don’t get me started).

Such a sweet, sweet cat who really needed affection as much as food. She was constantly searching out laps and warm contact.

But what really sucks is that we had finally given her to the downstairs tenants, a transaction delayed by the truly awful week they already had to endure.

Sorry about the miserable news Thanksgiving morn, but death waits for no national holiday, and I would rather get it out here than even try to talk about it over appetizers tomorrow.

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5 Responses to “We hardly knew ye”

  1. Scott on November 27, 2003 9:13 am

    *sniff*

  2. jemale on November 27, 2003 10:33 am

    yeah…

    thanks.

    As Kip said, it’s a lousy way to run things.

  3. Chris on November 27, 2003 10:03 pm

    I’m sure they’ve both gone to kitty-kat heaven, where there are no wells for a million miles, furthar than the eyes can see.

    Sorry to hear you sad news.

  4. kris on November 28, 2003 7:10 am

    Oh, the poor baby! So sorry to hear about this, Jenn. She was such a cutie pie. If anything, you made the end of her time here full of food and warm laps, which is all a cat ever really asks for.

  5. jemale on November 28, 2003 8:42 am

    Thanks Chris and Kris, good words.

    Starting to feel less weepy about this–just noticed I never specified that Kip and I authorized the euthanasia that we stayed with her for–part of what really hurts about a cat we were trying to rescue.

    But, yes, I’d like to think the last two months were unexpectedly pleasant for her. Thanks.

    And the thought of my Grandfather romping around kitty-kat heaven is a truly bizarre one, thanks for that Christopher!

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