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Sadly, I come forth here again. This morning was the passing of my oldest, most persnickety cat. She was a special rescue and she was *MY* cat and I was *HER* human.
She was 15/16 - she was a rescue from the north and was the last of my northern cats. After I rescued her, shortly after the rest of the litter was killed terribly through human indenceny and an accident from a cat. I hope those that took her mother and sibling founds or will find karmic justice somehow.
She had started to move stiffly this week and started to eat a bit less - so I got the meds for her that stimulate her appetite and took her to the vet for a semi-regular antibiotics shot, this seem to stem her issues (last year we did blood work and it all came back just fine). But the night before the vet visit she started to do this abdominal breathing thing, labored. It wasn't so bad I didn't think it could it wait till the morning - and it did. I took her, got the shot, got extra antibiotics and brought her home. But she barely ate, though she drank water okay. We decided we'd go on and take her in for X-rays if a day of meds didn't clear up the issue. Once early AM happened her breathing got worse and then it was rapid from that point on - We got he to the vet, but in the parking loy she turned away from me and started to writhe and gasp and I grasped her in my hand and held her until she was still, got her out of the carrier and held her and took her into the vet who said she was gone. Seeing her gasping and writhing around was horrible and I hated having to see it, but I am glad I was able to touch her as she passed, she always knew my touch.
I will of course, keep her ashes and all my little boxes can go with me when I do.
As I always do, I'm going to include my other threads.
You were loved, Anna (dear Anna - I still feel so guilty over your passing)
Goodbye sweet Eva... (sweet, Eva)
My Poor Sox... (or Socks, we joked)
Farewell My Friend...(Morpheus)
Another Story To Add... (Mal, Ashe and mentions of others)
Here is our story:
I had always wanted a black cat, I mean, with my name how could I NOT have a black cat? Jynx was the only cat I could resuce out of a litter from a neighbor in the north. As I mentioned, no others ultimately survived bad care and deliberate sabotage of their lives. She very quickly bonded to me and became my constant companion. She hunted well, she played hard and she spent many nights curled up in bed with me, up on the corner near my pillow. She loved Morpheus and Mal, she never bonded to any other cats like the two of them. They were a trio for sure. All 3 from the north - Morpheus and Jynx from Iowa and Mal from Illionis.
We slowly rescued and acquired other cats over time and they would all generally get along with the 3 of them, even if they didn't get along with the others. She was always there for me when I lost one - I could count on her curling up beside me or calling to me to come get her to bring her to me. She loved her mousies and laser light and even still got in a little bit of playing despite having gotten so much older.
Her health was never the best. As a kitten all she was fed after being separated from her mother was canned tuna and occasional cat food. She had bouts of worms in those first years that were terrible and hard to beat. Keeping weight on her wasn't a challenge though, as she was very food motivated and would often pull food off my plate, deciding that meat was her by Right of the Hunt.
She was a cream fiend too, she loved whipped cream and ice cream and I could never leave those unattended around her, though I always did share. She would always steal my computer chair, to the point I kept an extra chair at my desk so I could just sit in it and let her have the warm spot. As she got older and both Mal and Morpheus passed, she slowly stopped coming upstairs to sleep with me. I'd bring her up sometimes, but eventually she'd get up and just go back downstairs to where it was cooler. She was never a fan of the heat really.
I moved my desk around so she had easy access to a chair, tv tray ,water, food (wet and dry) and a potty. She never had to go far and I set up furniture so it was a minimum of effort for her to get around. She never strayed far from me or my desk. I kept some old t-shirts around too to lay on the desk and chair so she could curl up on them comfortably.
She was super persnickety too, she would sometimes get a wild hair and just start biting and lightly clawing at my ankles for no reason to swipe and smack at other cats who just happened to be near her or her human. Some of the younger cats would try to play with her, but she'd shoo them away, she was having none of that. And even Loki (our most troublesome cat, who outweighed her by 10 lbs and even bullys the 80lbs husky) would defer to her entirely.
She really was the Queen of this domain. I already miss her. I will miss seing her every morning and having her craw into my lap as I was trying to log in to get working for the day. I wish I had encourged her more, instead of not, but i didn't ever fail to love on her and on her last night, I spent as much time as I could with her, even sleeping beside her on the pads on the floor in the bathroom where we were keeping it warm for her. I wish I could have done more for her, but I bad as I feel, I am not sure there was much to be done, especially at her age.
I love and miss you jynx and I hope we will cross paths once again, along with all the others I've loved and lost.
Some favorite pictures
Morpheus, Ashe and baby Jynx.
All the rest are her - on my desk, innocently on the floor, protecting us from a paper towel roll and a well deserved nap on my desk.
She was 15/16 - she was a rescue from the north and was the last of my northern cats. After I rescued her, shortly after the rest of the litter was killed terribly through human indenceny and an accident from a cat. I hope those that took her mother and sibling founds or will find karmic justice somehow.
She had started to move stiffly this week and started to eat a bit less - so I got the meds for her that stimulate her appetite and took her to the vet for a semi-regular antibiotics shot, this seem to stem her issues (last year we did blood work and it all came back just fine). But the night before the vet visit she started to do this abdominal breathing thing, labored. It wasn't so bad I didn't think it could it wait till the morning - and it did. I took her, got the shot, got extra antibiotics and brought her home. But she barely ate, though she drank water okay. We decided we'd go on and take her in for X-rays if a day of meds didn't clear up the issue. Once early AM happened her breathing got worse and then it was rapid from that point on - We got he to the vet, but in the parking loy she turned away from me and started to writhe and gasp and I grasped her in my hand and held her until she was still, got her out of the carrier and held her and took her into the vet who said she was gone. Seeing her gasping and writhing around was horrible and I hated having to see it, but I am glad I was able to touch her as she passed, she always knew my touch.
I will of course, keep her ashes and all my little boxes can go with me when I do.
As I always do, I'm going to include my other threads.
You were loved, Anna (dear Anna - I still feel so guilty over your passing)
Goodbye sweet Eva... (sweet, Eva)
My Poor Sox... (or Socks, we joked)
Farewell My Friend...(Morpheus)
Another Story To Add... (Mal, Ashe and mentions of others)
Here is our story:
I had always wanted a black cat, I mean, with my name how could I NOT have a black cat? Jynx was the only cat I could resuce out of a litter from a neighbor in the north. As I mentioned, no others ultimately survived bad care and deliberate sabotage of their lives. She very quickly bonded to me and became my constant companion. She hunted well, she played hard and she spent many nights curled up in bed with me, up on the corner near my pillow. She loved Morpheus and Mal, she never bonded to any other cats like the two of them. They were a trio for sure. All 3 from the north - Morpheus and Jynx from Iowa and Mal from Illionis.
We slowly rescued and acquired other cats over time and they would all generally get along with the 3 of them, even if they didn't get along with the others. She was always there for me when I lost one - I could count on her curling up beside me or calling to me to come get her to bring her to me. She loved her mousies and laser light and even still got in a little bit of playing despite having gotten so much older.
Her health was never the best. As a kitten all she was fed after being separated from her mother was canned tuna and occasional cat food. She had bouts of worms in those first years that were terrible and hard to beat. Keeping weight on her wasn't a challenge though, as she was very food motivated and would often pull food off my plate, deciding that meat was her by Right of the Hunt.
She was a cream fiend too, she loved whipped cream and ice cream and I could never leave those unattended around her, though I always did share. She would always steal my computer chair, to the point I kept an extra chair at my desk so I could just sit in it and let her have the warm spot. As she got older and both Mal and Morpheus passed, she slowly stopped coming upstairs to sleep with me. I'd bring her up sometimes, but eventually she'd get up and just go back downstairs to where it was cooler. She was never a fan of the heat really.
I moved my desk around so she had easy access to a chair, tv tray ,water, food (wet and dry) and a potty. She never had to go far and I set up furniture so it was a minimum of effort for her to get around. She never strayed far from me or my desk. I kept some old t-shirts around too to lay on the desk and chair so she could curl up on them comfortably.
She was super persnickety too, she would sometimes get a wild hair and just start biting and lightly clawing at my ankles for no reason to swipe and smack at other cats who just happened to be near her or her human. Some of the younger cats would try to play with her, but she'd shoo them away, she was having none of that. And even Loki (our most troublesome cat, who outweighed her by 10 lbs and even bullys the 80lbs husky) would defer to her entirely.
She really was the Queen of this domain. I already miss her. I will miss seing her every morning and having her craw into my lap as I was trying to log in to get working for the day. I wish I had encourged her more, instead of not, but i didn't ever fail to love on her and on her last night, I spent as much time as I could with her, even sleeping beside her on the pads on the floor in the bathroom where we were keeping it warm for her. I wish I could have done more for her, but I bad as I feel, I am not sure there was much to be done, especially at her age.
I love and miss you jynx and I hope we will cross paths once again, along with all the others I've loved and lost.
Some favorite pictures
Morpheus, Ashe and baby Jynx.
All the rest are her - on my desk, innocently on the floor, protecting us from a paper towel roll and a well deserved nap on my desk.
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