The past several months have not been the easiest in the Polus/Yunker household, losing both Bruce's mother Eloise and our almost-20-year-old cat, Phoebe within the same week in April. And Monday we rather unexpectedly lost our nearly 19-year-old cat, Ally. A tiny little thing, she was always what Bruce called "our no problem kitty"...such a sweet, quiet girl (only grumbling if you made the unfortunate decision to pet along her back - than you got a sharp kitty rebuke) that rarely "demanded" the attention a few of our other guys do.
She always sat somewhere near, usually in "meatloaf position"...often positioned right in the way of the television (basically her only fault, one I'd gladly deal with again). And she never stopped exploring, finding her way into unreachable depths of the attic for at least one scary hot summer evening, the basement drop ceiling, and leading us on more than one chase though the neighborhood after one of her many times outsmarting us and opening the screen door on her own. She did start slowing down this past month. First went the sight...not gone but diminished....she often missed the bed a bit when she went to jump up, shocking for both of us coming from the sure-footed friend who years ago could rocket to the top of the highest bookshelf in one leap. Next came the hearing, making her first slower to answer (she always answered her name or any variation)....but eventually we were able to vacuum right up to the sleeping ball of kitten. We knew she was winding down.
The only positive about this weekend was that she went quickly, despite being diagnosed with kidney failure over a year ago. She started sleeping in odd positions, including the bathtub, and Sunday, she stopped eating. Monday morning, after attempting to syringe feed her a bit, she looked at both of us and gave us a quiet little meow that we both agreed, was her way of saying "enough."
Despite her tiny size...our little Ally be missed enormously. Losing our second kitty in 4 months has left an enormous hole in our hearts.
She always sat somewhere near, usually in "meatloaf position"...often positioned right in the way of the television (basically her only fault, one I'd gladly deal with again). And she never stopped exploring, finding her way into unreachable depths of the attic for at least one scary hot summer evening, the basement drop ceiling, and leading us on more than one chase though the neighborhood after one of her many times outsmarting us and opening the screen door on her own. She did start slowing down this past month. First went the sight...not gone but diminished....she often missed the bed a bit when she went to jump up, shocking for both of us coming from the sure-footed friend who years ago could rocket to the top of the highest bookshelf in one leap. Next came the hearing, making her first slower to answer (she always answered her name or any variation)....but eventually we were able to vacuum right up to the sleeping ball of kitten. We knew she was winding down.
The only positive about this weekend was that she went quickly, despite being diagnosed with kidney failure over a year ago. She started sleeping in odd positions, including the bathtub, and Sunday, she stopped eating. Monday morning, after attempting to syringe feed her a bit, she looked at both of us and gave us a quiet little meow that we both agreed, was her way of saying "enough."
Despite her tiny size...our little Ally be missed enormously. Losing our second kitty in 4 months has left an enormous hole in our hearts.
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