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Thank you for your support. Her name was Tillie. She was pure white cat and very fluffy. She was also deaf as majority of pure whice cats are. That is why it could not of been a noise that startled her. I am not sure if a cat could get that scared to cause a heart attack or siezure. She was always a jittery one if you woke her up, but she would just look up quickly and make a purring sound. This time it was strange and she leaped in such suprise/fear that I have never seen before. She looked so peacefully laying on the desk and then she got startled by something, looked at me, turned her head to behind her and pushed herself off like to get away from something. It was very scary for me to watch and not be able to do anything.
I know pure white cats can sometimes come with problems accompanied by being deaf, but I do not have much information on this. Maybe one of you could share some information. I am really not sure if this played a role in her death and I cannot afford an autopsy right now for a cat. That is the main reason I am here trying to gain more answers to somehow bring myself closure. It is somewhat clear that no answer will take away the pain, but your continued support has helped me through this. I sit in my room now with her brother Oliver and I get this 'void' feeling like something is missing and everything I look at in here reminds me of her.
I know she is a cat, but she was the most affectionate cat you could possibly know. Whenever I was sick or cold, she was there by my side to bring me warmth, when I had a tough time at school she comforted me. I also had surgeries over a 3 year period and she was always there for me. She took care of me and loved her brother Oliver very much even though he teased her. She was also very protective of who got close to me. If my mother came in, she would watch her like a hawk from the highest point in the room and if she could not see my face, she would fly across the room and step between me and my mother (even though my mother would just be giving me a kiss or something as harmless as that). She was such a strong cat and she loved me so much. She would sleep next to me every night and put her head on the same pillow. It was if it was from a movie. She was the best feline companion I ever had. She walked around as if she was a princess with high-heels on. She walked daintly and would put her two front paws on top of her water dish before drinking. Her affection was like a mother, but as a cat.
I know pure white cats can sometimes come with problems accompanied by being deaf, but I do not have much information on this. Maybe one of you could share some information. I am really not sure if this played a role in her death and I cannot afford an autopsy right now for a cat. That is the main reason I am here trying to gain more answers to somehow bring myself closure. It is somewhat clear that no answer will take away the pain, but your continued support has helped me through this. I sit in my room now with her brother Oliver and I get this 'void' feeling like something is missing and everything I look at in here reminds me of her.
I know she is a cat, but she was the most affectionate cat you could possibly know. Whenever I was sick or cold, she was there by my side to bring me warmth, when I had a tough time at school she comforted me. I also had surgeries over a 3 year period and she was always there for me. She took care of me and loved her brother Oliver very much even though he teased her. She was also very protective of who got close to me. If my mother came in, she would watch her like a hawk from the highest point in the room and if she could not see my face, she would fly across the room and step between me and my mother (even though my mother would just be giving me a kiss or something as harmless as that). She was such a strong cat and she loved me so much. She would sleep next to me every night and put her head on the same pillow. It was if it was from a movie. She was the best feline companion I ever had. She walked around as if she was a princess with high-heels on. She walked daintly and would put her two front paws on top of her water dish before drinking. Her affection was like a mother, but as a cat.