It has been a while since I have written a blog post but today I finally have a chance to sit down and write one. It has been a trying couple of weeks. David was in WLC (classes for becoming a Sergeant) and he was hardly home (literally came home, ate, and went to bed and was up before the rest of us and left). So I have been busy with all the house and kid stuff and weekends were just a lazy affair. To be frank, there was nothing to write about. I felt drained for the most part and just wanted to sleep.
This week has been even worse because my beloved cat passed away. Severus was young and up until the end didn't show signs of anything being wrong. Monday night he was acting weird and could hardly walk. I checked him from head to toe and he didn't seem hurt in anyway. I chalked it up to him perhaps hurting himself while getting his fat butt off the dryer (my dog pulled a muscle playing with our other dog, he limped for a bit but was fine in a few days). He could still walk so I thought he would be fine. I put him on the floor close to our bed, wrapped a blanket around him and he slept there the whole night. I woke up once when he tried to climb on the bed and couldn't and again when he threw up. That morning he drank some water and seemed like he was getting better. My husband was already gone, there wasn't much I could do. So I brought him out to the living room with us and set him on the couch, making sure he was warm and near family. Later in the day he started breathing funny. It was wet and gurgul-y sounding. His body twitched when in he inhale. I started to panic and pray. I couldn't do anything. I had the kids and no car. So I prayed and prayed that he would miraculously heal and be better. He was like a child to me. He was my bestest friend. The thought of losing him so soon was incomprehensible. When he started panting I changed my prayers from survival to a quick death. I knew he was in pain and I didn't want him to be that way until I could get the car and do something about it. With my final words I looked over and he was gone.
His tail was bushy and his hackles were raised as well. I had never had a pet die in front of my eyes, I didn't know what was happening. I sat next to him and placed my hand on him, waiting for the inhale. It didn't come. At that point I broke down in tears. My poor Daughter asking me what was wrong. I sat there sobbing for sometime before I had to move his body.
That day we buried him in the yard (even though we are not allowed to. I really don't care, I was not about to just throw him in the trash and we could not afford cremation). The kids got to say goodbye. David and I had to explain death for the first time. We have talked about it to the kids before when they asked questions but seeing it first hand was different. Hayley still asks when Severus is going to come back home. Natalie wasn't as heart broken and understood. Logan, however, was crushed.
I let them stay home the next day of school because Logan and I were still pretty upset. I just wanted to stay home with them and they with me. I know to most it was just a cat, but I am an animal lover and even more a cat lover. He was perfection. The cat I had always wanted when I was growing up. He will forever have a big chunk of my heart and I will never forget his sweet face and annoying snore. When I miscarried our fourth child, he sat with me in bed and cuddled, knowing my heartache, and when we had Aria he would lay as close to my belly as possible and purr as he kicked against him.
The kids want to know when we will get another cat, and we will. But I need time to heal from my loss and told them after we move to Georgia next year we can rescue another cat.
This was the day we adopted MJ and Severus. He always let her climb all over him and never got pissy with her kitten antics.
Rest in Peace Severus. You will always be the best freaking cat in the whole world.
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