I thought love would last forever

We changed Skanky's name to Spanky, to make it more PG for Harper.  We did not want to have an awkward conversation with one of her buddy's parents one day about how they have no idea where Harper learned vulgarities such as "Skanky Kitty," but she is no longer welcome for play dates.  It seems it was a problem we would not of had to face.

A month ago Skanky lost her appetite.  She was a soft cat, and by soft I mean chubby.  Her life was devoted to eating, sleeping and cuddling.  I took her to the vet when we were still in Chicago.  They ran tests.  She peed out some bladder stones.  They changed her diet.

She lost interest in food again.  I took her to the vet here.  They ran more tests.  The results called for more tests.  Skanky stopped eating entirely a week ago today.  She would just stay in bed with me at night, and in my closet during the day.

On Tuesday she came down stairs.  I thought she must be feeling better, to be up and about like that.  She even asked to go outside.  I let her out.  She has not come back.

Skanky is from the San Francisco SPCA.  It is like the most ridiculously posh animal shelter imaginable, and she is, or was, the most posh kitty.  Her paws felt like they had only ever touched velvet when I brought her home 13 years ago.  A mouse once died of natural causes in her presence.  She is not a survivalist, and does not wonder much further than the front porch when she goes outside.  In other words, she was not feeling better on Tuesday.  She felt it was her time to go.

Any-who, I'm sure reading about some lady's cat dying is not what you wanted to do today.  I could bore you with how much I love my cat, and how much I will miss her, and how it has been nothing but a bowl full of tears in the home since Skanky left.  Of course I love her, and I am sick just thinking about her out there, where I can't help her or comfort her, or say good-bye.  Goodness.  These things have managed to cheer me up a bit, and maybe they will make you smile, too.

Dog Brownie Fail

Felted Baby Yoda Hat

Pie on a Stick

She was a friend to all, a loving sweet kitty with impeccable manners.  She was everything I ever wanted in a cat; cuddles and naps and snacks.  We will miss her and love her always.

Comments

[Michelle]

I'm sorry Mary! This is sad news. Oh, Skanky. What a beautiful kitty.

[Al]

My heart is with you all.

xoxoxox

[Liz Massey Gendel]

I'm so sorry for your loss! I'm sure this is a very sad time, and I hope ya'll are doing well. Give my sympathy to Trixie.
Love, Liz

[Sandy]

Sorry about that Mary, she was such a beautiful cat!

[Sherryl Mascarinas]

Mary, I am so sorry! I hope that you know that she lived a good life with you for 13 years. So very lucky.

[Mary]

Awe, you guys really are the best. Thank you for all your warm wishes.

[Eileen Smith]

Mary,
I am so sorry about Skanky. Isn't it just like a lady to ease her departure for the people she loves.

[A.]

It doesn't make it any easier when they know that it's their time to go. My Snowbelle used to lie down on my chest whenever I lounged on the couch, except for the last night she was with me. She came over, but only sat on my chest and looked into my face like she was trying to commit my features to memory. The next day, she couldn't get up.

I cried for two months.

I am so sorry about your kitty.

[brenda salzano]

I am so sorry! It must be the time for tears, as on a friday, My gorgeous blue merle shelti Joanna was diagnosed with incurable cancer, when I took her in for a simple blocked anal gland. It was cancer. After crying all weekend, I was ready to do the whole care for my pet, decided tohave her groomed tuesday. She ate for me, barked at a cat running by our yard, did her jump for joy that morning. I dropped her off at groomers, and while sleeping and waiting for her shower, she died in her sleep! sigh...... she was 11. So I feel for you!! I have had animals my whole life. Cats will go off to die alone if they can. It is their way. darn, I may cry again.