Muriel's gone

We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. By this morning
she'd got too weak to move about any more and had no interest in food
or water. She still purred right to the end.

It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. So she had to be sedated first. The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -
the last thing I could do for her was to soak my handkerchief under
the tap and squeeze water into her mouth. She seemed contented after
that.

She's curled up in the hallway wrapped in old shirt of mine, for
the other cats to see. She looks very peaceful. Splodge has been
sitting beside her ever since I put her there.

We're going to bury her beside Ishmael in the garden. They hated
each other most of their lives, but mellowed towards the end, and
when Ishmael was dying Muriel was snuggled up beside him all the
time.

Bless my little grey friend.

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On Feb 1, 3:04*pm, Jack Campin - bogus address
wrote:
We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. *By this morning
she'd got too weak to move about any more and had no interest in food
or water. *She still purred right to the end.

She knew you would do whatever was right and she loves you for it.


It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. *So she had to be sedated first. *The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -
the last thing I could do for her was to soak my handkerchief under
the tap and squeeze water into her mouth. *She seemed contented after
that.

You were good to her in the minor things as well as the major. No
point in her having a dry mouth.


She's curled up in the hallway wrapped in old shirt of mine, for
the other cats to see. *She looks very peaceful. *Splodge has been
sitting beside her ever since I put her there.

I was already crying.


We're going to bury her beside Ishmael in the garden. *They hated
each other most of their lives, but mellowed towards the end, and
when Ishmael was dying Muriel was snuggled up beside him all the
time.

So he will greet her at the Bridge and show her around. And then they
will play, and quarell, and wait for you.


Bless my little grey friend.

Bless you and yours. Purrs from everyone at my house.

Will in New Haven

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Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:

Bless my little grey friend.

I'm very sorry to hear that Muriel's time has come, Jack - purrs for her
passing and for you both. It's such a very hard thing to have to do.

Deb.
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"He looked a fierce and quarrelsome cat, but claw he never would;
He only bit the ones he loved, because they tasted good." S. Greenfield

Bless my little grey friend.

I'm very sorry, Jack. My sincere condolences. You did what was best for
her, and I'm sure she thanks you for that.

Dan

"Jack Campin - bogus address" wrote in message
...
We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. By this morning
she'd got too weak to move about any more and had no interest in food
or water. She still purred right to the end.

It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. So she had to be sedated first. The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -
the last thing I could do for her was to soak my handkerchief under
the tap and squeeze water into her mouth. She seemed contented after
that.

She's curled up in the hallway wrapped in old shirt of mine, for
the other cats to see. She looks very peaceful. Splodge has been
sitting beside her ever since I put her there.

We're going to bury her beside Ishmael in the garden. They hated
each other most of their lives, but mellowed towards the end, and
when Ishmael was dying Muriel was snuggled up beside him all the
time.

Bless my little grey friend.

Our condolences, Jack.

Yowie

On Feb 1, 12:04*pm, Jack Campin - bogus address
wrote:
We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. *

Jack I knew from what you said a few days ago in another thread that
the time was coming and all I can say is I am so sorry that it has
come


It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. *So she had to be sedated first. *The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -

Funny when Fugazi was sedated, the vet's assistant passed me a damp
sponge in case she "seemed thirsty". She didn't through

Sending purrs

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:
Bless my little grey friend.

Lots of soothing purrs.

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On 2008-02-01 14:04:02 -0600, Jack Campin - bogus address
said:

We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. By this morning
she'd got too weak to move about any more and had no interest in food
or water. She still purred right to the end.

It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. So she had to be sedated first. The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -
the last thing I could do for her was to soak my handkerchief under
the tap and squeeze water into her mouth. She seemed contented after
that.

She's curled up in the hallway wrapped in old shirt of mine, for
the other cats to see. She looks very peaceful. Splodge has been
sitting beside her ever since I put her there.

We're going to bury her beside Ishmael in the garden. They hated
each other most of their lives, but mellowed towards the end, and
when Ishmael was dying Muriel was snuggled up beside him all the
time.

Bless my little grey friend.

==== j a c k at c a m p i n . m e . u k === http://www.campin.me.uk ====
Jack Campin, 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland == mob 07800 739 557
CD-ROMs and free stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, and Mac logic fonts

I'm so sorry. She really was a trouper. ((((hugs))))

I am so sorry for your loss. You have my heartfelt condolences.

Sue

"Jack Campin - bogus address" wrote in message
...
We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. By this morning
she'd got too weak to move about any more and had no interest in food
or water. She still purred right to the end.

It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. So she had to be sedated first. The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -
the last thing I could do for her was to soak my handkerchief under
the tap and squeeze water into her mouth. She seemed contented after
that.

She's curled up in the hallway wrapped in old shirt of mine, for
the other cats to see. She looks very peaceful. Splodge has been
sitting beside her ever since I put her there.

We're going to bury her beside Ishmael in the garden. They hated
each other most of their lives, but mellowed towards the end, and
when Ishmael was dying Muriel was snuggled up beside him all the
time.

Bless my little grey friend.

==== j a c k at c a m p i n . m e . u k === http://www.campin.me.uk
====
Jack Campin, 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland == mob 07800 739
557
CD-ROMs and free stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, and Mac logic
fonts

"Jack Campin - bogus address" wrote in message
...
We've just got back from having Muriel put to sleep. By this morning
she'd got too weak to move about any more and had no interest in food
or water. She still purred right to the end.

It didn't go very smoothly, she kept pulling her leg away when the
vet put the needle in. So she had to be sedated first. The sedative
must have given her a dry mouth as she started smacking her chops -
the last thing I could do for her was to soak my handkerchief under
the tap and squeeze water into her mouth. She seemed contented after
that.

She's curled up in the hallway wrapped in old shirt of mine, for
the other cats to see. She looks very peaceful. Splodge has been
sitting beside her ever since I put her there.

We're going to bury her beside Ishmael in the garden. They hated
each other most of their lives, but mellowed towards the end, and
when Ishmael was dying Muriel was snuggled up beside him all the
time.

Bless my little grey friend.


Purrs for Muriel and her family.