I knew it was coming, but it doesn’t make it any easier. My Fluffy died today while was at work. Fluffy was a pretty old lady – at least 20 years old, but she never told me her actual age. I got her on April 9, 2014. She was living with my sister Martha and her husband, Jim. Martha was moved into assisted living at that time because she had cancer and was having trouble doing things for herself. I didn’t even ask how old Fluffy was when I got her. I was just happy to take her in because she was such a sweetheart. It wasn’t until 2017 that I posed the question to 2 of Martha’s kids _ Jeremy and Sarah. They thought that she was about 16. But I’m not sure if that meant that she was 16 then or if she was 16 when I got her in 2014. So I’m just saying she was 20 years old. I gave her April 9 as her birthday because that was her first day in her new life with me.Fluffy was a happy, loving kitty who just loved everyone. I am blessed that I got to enjoy the past 7 years with her. It was only in the past few days that I noticed a drastic decline in her health. I was feeding her canned cat food twice a day because she wasn’t eating the dry much anymore. And she gobbled up that canned food with great vigor. Until yesterday. She sort of picked at her food yesterday morning. She ate all that I gave her (half a can of Friskies – the 5.5 oz size can). But for her evening meal, she barely ate anything. This morning, she didn’t eat at all. Then, just as I was headed out the door to go to work, I saw her wobble to her water dish and she laid down on the floor just short of getting to the water bowl. I knew then that I would probably find her dead when I got home. I sort of wanted to call in to work so I could be here when she went. But she wouldn’t have been any less dead if I had stayed home. And what if she didn’t die until later? What if she died tomorrow or the next day? I would have been wasting a day off. (more coming)
I knew it was coming, but it doesn’t make it any easier. My Fluffy died today while was at work. Fluffy was a pretty old lady – at least 20 years old, but she never told me her actual age. I got her on April 9, 2014. She was living with my sister Martha and her husband, Jim. Martha was moved into assisted living at that time because she had cancer and was having trouble doing things for herself. I didn’t even ask how old Fluffy was when I got her. I was just happy to take her in because she was such a sweetheart. It wasn’t until 2017 that I posed the question to 2 of Martha’s kids _ Jeremy and Sarah. They thought that she was about 16. But I’m not sure if that meant that she was 16 then or if she was 16 when I got her in 2014. So I’m just saying she was 20 years old. I gave her April 9 as her birthday because that was her first day in her new life with me.Fluffy was a happy, loving kitty who just loved everyone. I am blessed that I got to enjoy the past 7 years with her. It was only in the past few days that I noticed a drastic decline in her health. I was feeding her canned cat food twice a day because she wasn’t eating the dry much anymore. And she gobbled up that canned food with great vigor. Until yesterday. She sort of picked at her food yesterday morning. She ate all that I gave her (half a can of Friskies – the 5.5 oz size can). But for her evening meal, she barely ate anything. This morning, she didn’t eat at all. Then, just as I was headed out the door to go to work, I saw her wobble to her water dish and she laid down on the floor just short of getting to the water bowl. I knew then that I would probably find her dead when I got home. I sort of wanted to call in to work so I could be here when she went. But she wouldn’t have been any less dead if I had stayed home. And what if she didn’t die until later? What if she died tomorrow or the next day? I would have been wasting a day off. (more coming)