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We found out a couple of weeks ago, as I think I posted here, that her ticker had gone bad, fluid around the heart and lungs, enlarged heart. It turned out to be way worse than we feared. As cats are cats, she never acted any different, although feedings the last 10 days or so were an adventure. She still acted like Izzy, but ...
Gotta hand it to the missus; she noticed the heavier breathing. (I never would have noticed this, since, to be honest, Izzy purred so much and both body movements looked similar.) We had a follow-up appt scheduled for tomorrow, but my wife moved it up to today. I didn't go with her to the vet, as we both had no idea she was this bad. The vet even gave us two options, but both painted a very bleak picture and the vet agreed it was time for her to go lest she suffer even worse. My wife calls me, frantic and crying like I have never heard her before, and I have to scramble to find a way to get there from NYC into the vet's office in Long Island.
So here I am in an Uber with a non-English speaking driver, sitting in holiday shopping traffic because he didn't use Waze, praying I would get there in time (the vet's office actually closed today at 2 pm, but they stayed open just for us. Very nice for that office to do this for us). I got there eventually so we could all say goodbye together.
Izzy came into our lives at at time when we couldn't have dog because of apartment regulations (we can now). So we adopted a senior dog after adopting a senior cat. My dog left us in February, and now the cat had to be put down the day before Christmas.
My wife is a dog person, but she grew to love Izzy as much as anyone or anything she's ever known. Izzy was like that. At the end, the cat needed all sorts of medicine in pill form, and Izzy was such a sweetheart that she'd let my wife push the pills into her mouth without a fight. I mean, like every time. That's a mini-miracle in and of itself.
Izzy was my best pal for the past four years. Nobody or anything else came even close. My wife is in that same boat.
We are in a complete daze. I am not afraid to admit that.
Just a daze.
I know everyone's pet is the "best" this or the "greatest" that, we all feel that way. But this one feels different. Izzy loved us so openly, it was incredible. She was a gift from God.
They say it's Christmas tomorrow.
I don't even know that that means right now.
Fuck. Even Imgur is down right now and I can't post some parting pictures. That's perfect.
Old pics are here: