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So This morning, 5/23/18, my bluepoint Siamese Mal passed away.
I just missed it, I fell asleep, even though I knew he wouldn't make it. I'm not sure if that was a kindness so I didn't have to watch him pass or not. Though I knew he didn't want me around, he kept moving away from me and turning his back to me. I got the impression he wanted to be left alone, so I didn't push it. I feel guilty about that anyway though. Of course, I feel guilty about not being able to diagnose why he got sick and passed, even though I know there really isn't any blame to pass around.
He was almost or around 9 years old. He was a very good cat and very private. He only came for affection when he wanted it and then he went off to sleep or play in private (he hated to be watched playing) or do whatever it is cats do when they are not being watched.
He was named after Mal from the TV series Firefly. The Captain of the Serenity...a little bit vain, a little bit pretty, a little bit scoundrel and all with a heart of gold (played so well by Nathan Fillion).
He gradually lost some weight, but then it became rapid and we ran all the tests and tried oh, so many thing to stop it, even posted here. Scoured the Internet. We couldn't find a good answer, other than cancer or tumors and by the time we got to that point in treatments, I don't think it would have pulled him out of it and think he might have become too fragile to handle the treatments.
So today we (me and my long time roommate) took him to get him cremated. I will put him beside Ashe, my other Siamese that passed early due to FIP from a liver that was 1/3 the size it should have been. They will share a space together with other things I have that are important to me. We didn't do a necroscopy on Mal because I don't believe it would assuage any of the guilt over being helpless to stop it and I'd rather just not know if we all missed something. Medicine is an inexact science and things are missed with people and Vet's are just as fallible, so a question best left to lie. The helplessness is the worst bit of it, because we all know too well we only get them for a little while and some are briefer than others.
Death and I have quite a long history together and I know and accept it's all part of the natural cycle and order of things, but it doesn't make it any easier emotionally when it's time to say goodbye.
With Mal, it's been a long and hard road, watching him slowly degrade over a month and then in the last two weeks, we've lost 3 feral kittens out of 5. We brought a feral mamma in to get her spayed and surprise, she had early kittens. So it's been a rough time here.
I want to thank everyone here on the site for the advice, prayers, thoughts and heartfelt sympathy.
Some pictures, Mal, Baby Mal and Ashe
He is Loved and Missed and to be met again (along with other beloved companions who have moved on) when it's my turn to leave the world behind. I firmly believe that when you invest in another emotionally and spiritually, be it person or animal companion, their energies are always a little tied with yours, so there will always be the possibility to see them again.
And appropriate or not, I'm going to give a mention of others that have been with me and that have passed, just to have it here: Fritz I and II, Tigerina, Storm, Sheba, Bandit, Samantha, Ricki Ticki, Tweety, Birdie I, II and III, Kai, Mystic, Mr. Pretty Bird, Lightning and others, unamed or not mine, but not forgotten.
Anyway, again, thank you all and blessed be.
I just missed it, I fell asleep, even though I knew he wouldn't make it. I'm not sure if that was a kindness so I didn't have to watch him pass or not. Though I knew he didn't want me around, he kept moving away from me and turning his back to me. I got the impression he wanted to be left alone, so I didn't push it. I feel guilty about that anyway though. Of course, I feel guilty about not being able to diagnose why he got sick and passed, even though I know there really isn't any blame to pass around.
He was almost or around 9 years old. He was a very good cat and very private. He only came for affection when he wanted it and then he went off to sleep or play in private (he hated to be watched playing) or do whatever it is cats do when they are not being watched.
He was named after Mal from the TV series Firefly. The Captain of the Serenity...a little bit vain, a little bit pretty, a little bit scoundrel and all with a heart of gold (played so well by Nathan Fillion).
He gradually lost some weight, but then it became rapid and we ran all the tests and tried oh, so many thing to stop it, even posted here. Scoured the Internet. We couldn't find a good answer, other than cancer or tumors and by the time we got to that point in treatments, I don't think it would have pulled him out of it and think he might have become too fragile to handle the treatments.
So today we (me and my long time roommate) took him to get him cremated. I will put him beside Ashe, my other Siamese that passed early due to FIP from a liver that was 1/3 the size it should have been. They will share a space together with other things I have that are important to me. We didn't do a necroscopy on Mal because I don't believe it would assuage any of the guilt over being helpless to stop it and I'd rather just not know if we all missed something. Medicine is an inexact science and things are missed with people and Vet's are just as fallible, so a question best left to lie. The helplessness is the worst bit of it, because we all know too well we only get them for a little while and some are briefer than others.
Death and I have quite a long history together and I know and accept it's all part of the natural cycle and order of things, but it doesn't make it any easier emotionally when it's time to say goodbye.
With Mal, it's been a long and hard road, watching him slowly degrade over a month and then in the last two weeks, we've lost 3 feral kittens out of 5. We brought a feral mamma in to get her spayed and surprise, she had early kittens. So it's been a rough time here.
I want to thank everyone here on the site for the advice, prayers, thoughts and heartfelt sympathy.
Some pictures, Mal, Baby Mal and Ashe
He is Loved and Missed and to be met again (along with other beloved companions who have moved on) when it's my turn to leave the world behind. I firmly believe that when you invest in another emotionally and spiritually, be it person or animal companion, their energies are always a little tied with yours, so there will always be the possibility to see them again.
And appropriate or not, I'm going to give a mention of others that have been with me and that have passed, just to have it here: Fritz I and II, Tigerina, Storm, Sheba, Bandit, Samantha, Ricki Ticki, Tweety, Birdie I, II and III, Kai, Mystic, Mr. Pretty Bird, Lightning and others, unamed or not mine, but not forgotten.
Anyway, again, thank you all and blessed be.