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Brady is at the vet. We’re leaving for two weeks, and she’s at the vet, and they don’t know what’s wrong. Kidney failure? Cancer? Could be.
My mother couldn’t find her this morning. Eventually she found her, hiding under a table in the furnace room. She’s never done that before. So they brought her to the vet. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. And I think this is goodbye: she’s 17, she maybe weighs 4 pounds, she’s just a bag of bones.
I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Gus, either, when we brought him to the vet and he died during a routine liver test. I didn’t think I had to say goodbye to him. I don’t want to say goodbye to her, either. She wasn’t in pain. She wasn’t getting sick. She was just old and slow and skinny.
I need to go to the vet to say goodbye. I don’t want to: I want to think if I don’t go she’ll have to survive a bit longer so I can say goodbye then, later, when I’m ready.
I remember when we brought you home. We were in the process of moving, and we were living over the holidays in my grandparents’ house (they were away). You spent the car ride there hiding under the front seats. I can’t remember how we got you into the house, but you hid near the washing machine, and eventually we tempted you out with barbecue chicken. You always loved barbecue chicken best.
Oh, Brady. I just hope you’re not in pain. I love you.
December 17th, 2004 at 11:44 am
Wolfangel, I’m so sorry. I hope Brady is going to be okay. I hope you get a chance to say goodbye.
December 17th, 2004 at 2:28 pm
Cats always make a big deal out of greetings but when it’s time to leave they just go; they never say goodbye. I often think people should be more like cats….
December 17th, 2004 at 5:55 pm
when you’re at the vet you won’t be saying good-bye. you will be saying “hey you mattered enough for me to be with you in your last hours.” you can never say good-bye, believe me. your cats will be with you, in your heart forever. it is better to of loved and to of lost, than to of never of loved at all…
December 18th, 2004 at 11:51 am
I’m sorry to hear about your sick kitty :(
But I’m happy to hear about your kitty’s long happy life.
December 18th, 2004 at 1:59 pm
Just went through this about two months ago. My cat, 6 pounds, 14 years old, just curled up in front of the fireplace and died. It was nice way for him to go. I’d had him since he was born.