moxy and his brother ralph (who just said "hi" in the new kitty forums a few days ago) were adopted from a foster home via our local humane society. they came to live with me when they were 8 weeks old.
moxy was truly my baby girl. always on my lap. sleeping on my head. she was the alpha cat no doubt and my protector.
when she was 8 she developed fatty liver syndrome and was given a 50% chance of living. home care included feeding her twice a day through a tube syrgically inserted in her neck. after a month she started to eat on her own and eventually made a full recovery.
8 years later, at age 16, she developed kidney disease and chronic constipation. i had her on what the vet called "poor mans dialysis": taking a needle attached to an IV fluids bag and administering those fluids 3x a week subcutaneously. at first she tolerated it just fine, but soon would start to run for me as i approached her even if just for some loving strokes. this was my clue that enough was enough and it was time to let her go.
i took her (and a human friend to drive me home) to the vet march 5, 2015 and at 8:33pm is when the vet said her heart had stopped. i was holding her and stroking her (and balling my eyes out) the whole time. my last words for her were simply "goodbye baby girl. i love you".
im still in tears when i think of her and look at photos often. i miss her something fierce, but know she is in a better place now.
as a kitten:
brother and sister:
her last photo:
moxy was truly my baby girl. always on my lap. sleeping on my head. she was the alpha cat no doubt and my protector.
when she was 8 she developed fatty liver syndrome and was given a 50% chance of living. home care included feeding her twice a day through a tube syrgically inserted in her neck. after a month she started to eat on her own and eventually made a full recovery.
8 years later, at age 16, she developed kidney disease and chronic constipation. i had her on what the vet called "poor mans dialysis": taking a needle attached to an IV fluids bag and administering those fluids 3x a week subcutaneously. at first she tolerated it just fine, but soon would start to run for me as i approached her even if just for some loving strokes. this was my clue that enough was enough and it was time to let her go.
i took her (and a human friend to drive me home) to the vet march 5, 2015 and at 8:33pm is when the vet said her heart had stopped. i was holding her and stroking her (and balling my eyes out) the whole time. my last words for her were simply "goodbye baby girl. i love you".
im still in tears when i think of her and look at photos often. i miss her something fierce, but know she is in a better place now.
as a kitten:
brother and sister:
her last photo: