is short for Kitty...my girlfriend and I adopted her from a friend. We couldn't decide on a name, so....
That was 17 years ago. I'm married now (to a different girlfreind!), but my Ki'y was always with me. She was 20+ years old. Last night, my vet and I placed her into the arms of the angels. I held her in my arms while her spirit slipped away...putting her body on the table and leaving her at the vets was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I'll get her remains back after cremation.
Ki'y was always a "guy's cat". Never one to sit around and preen and cuddle, but race and play and fight. I have to say, not many people really liked her all that much. Those that stuck around for a while loved her though.
I miss her quirky twitches and meows...and watching her look at the water drain out of the tub, fascinated. I miss watching her sleep in the sunshine, and moan while she watched the squirrels in the yard.
As she grew old, I expected her to slow down and get sick more. But that never really happened...she was able to reach the kitchen counter (where the butter dish was frequently exposed) from the floor until late 2006. She was a big kitty in her prime...exceeding 14 pounds at one point!
At the end, she only weighed about 6 pounds. I think she could have lived another year or more, but she had gotten frail, and a bit dehydrated, not eating real well, and she looked sad. I didn't want to wait until she got really sick and was in pain and miserable. They tell me I did a good thing, then why does part of me feel like I betrayed her?
I find it hard to talk to most people about this, seems like most people don't grieve for their pets as much as I do. I know it's only been a day, but sometimes I feel like this will go on and on.
Anyway, I just wanted to get some of this out....I find it hard to talk about even to my family. They don't seem as heartbroken as I am. Of course, Ki'y has been with me longer than anyone else in my everyday world other than my brother.
I've lost a life companion. I miss her so much.
That was 17 years ago. I'm married now (to a different girlfreind!), but my Ki'y was always with me. She was 20+ years old. Last night, my vet and I placed her into the arms of the angels. I held her in my arms while her spirit slipped away...putting her body on the table and leaving her at the vets was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I'll get her remains back after cremation.
Ki'y was always a "guy's cat". Never one to sit around and preen and cuddle, but race and play and fight. I have to say, not many people really liked her all that much. Those that stuck around for a while loved her though.
I miss her quirky twitches and meows...and watching her look at the water drain out of the tub, fascinated. I miss watching her sleep in the sunshine, and moan while she watched the squirrels in the yard.
As she grew old, I expected her to slow down and get sick more. But that never really happened...she was able to reach the kitchen counter (where the butter dish was frequently exposed) from the floor until late 2006. She was a big kitty in her prime...exceeding 14 pounds at one point!
At the end, she only weighed about 6 pounds. I think she could have lived another year or more, but she had gotten frail, and a bit dehydrated, not eating real well, and she looked sad. I didn't want to wait until she got really sick and was in pain and miserable. They tell me I did a good thing, then why does part of me feel like I betrayed her?
I find it hard to talk to most people about this, seems like most people don't grieve for their pets as much as I do. I know it's only been a day, but sometimes I feel like this will go on and on.
Anyway, I just wanted to get some of this out....I find it hard to talk about even to my family. They don't seem as heartbroken as I am. Of course, Ki'y has been with me longer than anyone else in my everyday world other than my brother.
I've lost a life companion. I miss her so much.