Goodbye, dear Lucy Girl...

Johanna, Boogie and I are so sorry.

Bast's blessings on you all.

Boogie and Meowmie
"onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats" wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

My heart breaks as I remember... I am sure allcats onna group isa purrin fur
yourownhouse, soft...
onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

My heart breaks as I remember... I am sure allcats onna group isa purrin fur
yourownhouse, soft...
onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

Oh , this is so sad. She was truly special and I commend you for being with
her to the end. Sending purrrrrrrs and comforting hugs to you and
purrrrrrrs for Lucy's trip to the Bridj. Siggy will be waiting there to
show her around.

Beverly


"onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats" wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

Oh , this is so sad. She was truly special and I commend you for being with
her to the end. Sending purrrrrrrs and comforting hugs to you and
purrrrrrrs for Lucy's trip to the Bridj. Siggy will be waiting there to
show her around.

Beverly


"onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats" wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

Weez so sorree tu heer dis sad sad nooz. Weez node owr liddle sisfur Zoë
will be der tu greet Ms. Lucy an show hur arownd da Bridj.

DaRennieKidz

"onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats" wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

Weez so sorree tu heer dis sad sad nooz. Weez node owr liddle sisfur Zoë
will be der tu greet Ms. Lucy an show hur arownd da Bridj.

DaRennieKidz

"onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats" wrote in message
...
So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you just
now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting it is,
even through a computer screen, to know that others out there understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after work
yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was on-call
for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office and
struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to surgery,
we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery. This
was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had a room
all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little heart,
and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was slightly
disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed from a
shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran full-speed
end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at the
image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where they
curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed there and
making me feel terribly guilty those first few days together.
Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began sleeping at night -
and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 + years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting her
turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her treats
or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try to
leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down, she'd
cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her completely
disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

Mrrqueekk!

'nif

We awl sendz manymany purrz an waggaz fur awl ov yowr fambly.

g'bye Ms. Lucy.
Ms. M-M


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The Fur Conspiracy:
Mr. T.S. Eliot (VC), Ms. Martha-Mound (SOC, TGK), Mr. GrowlTiger,
Shadow da Pup, and (Furry) Fred
also Mr. TigerSam (PC) and Clarence da Choklit Moose
[Edit it to make it work.]

Mrrqueekk!

'nif

We awl sendz manymany purrz an waggaz fur awl ov yowr fambly.

g'bye Ms. Lucy.
Ms. M-M


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The Fur Conspiracy:
Mr. T.S. Eliot (VC), Ms. Martha-Mound (SOC, TGK), Mr. GrowlTiger,
Shadow da Pup, and (Furry) Fred
also Mr. TigerSam (PC) and Clarence da Choklit Moose
[Edit it to make it work.]

onlyTwoSeemsSoFewCats wrote:

So sadly, this was very quick.

I just want to thank everyone, kitties and people alike for all the
purrs and warm thoughts. I can't face responding to each of you
just now, but I need to thank you, and tell you all how comforting
it is, even through a computer screen, to know that others out there
understand.

Lucy and I went to Dr. Bonnie around 11 this morning - I had to come
home alone. After a little bit of a rally and a last purr after
work yesterday, she began having a hard time breathing in the middle
of the
night, and had a couple of accidents, much to her upset. I was
on-call for work so was up and could keep cuddling and talking to
her between
pager beeps. I carried her around on her fleecy bed, office to
livingroom to bedroom and back, and to her litter when she might
need
it. The last big move she made on her own was to leave the office
and struggle her way up onto the bed one last time to sleep beside
Adam
while I was finishing up work. This morning she just cuddled, but
struggled to breath and wouldn't touch water or her cat-milk treat
at all.

Never, ever underestimate the value of a cat-fanatic vet who will
sit
and cuddle your cats with you as long as you need to. Unlike with
Lenny, where we knew nothing for sure and had to leave him to
surgery, we knew this was the time for Lucy to go and I could stay
with her all
the way - the one regret I had about leaving Lenny for surgery.
This was very sad, but less traumatic than I had feared. Bonnie had
a room all set up with a big plushy fleece blanket, and I brought
Lucy in with
her own afghan, too. Bonnie petted her and gave her a tiny needle
full
of sedative first. Lucy didn't flinch, bless her tough little
heart, and she wobbled back across the blankey towards me and
relaxed under my
hands. She drifted off to sleep with her eyes open, which was
slightly disconcerting but that way I knew the last thing she was
looking at was
me. Bonnie let me be alone with her for a bit while she got the
second
IV shot ready. Her breathing was easier than it had been in a long
time. The second shot wasn't noticeable for her or for me, and she
just
slowed down until she stopped. I kept petting her and for some
bizarre
reason told Bonnie about when I first got the two of them. We both
laughed at my story of my first week with Lenny and Lucy. A tiny
apartment barely bigger than the exam room, and two Siamese freed
from a shelter cage for the first time in 3.5 months - they ran
full-speed end-to-end for a week, and I had to lock them in the
bathroom so I could
sleep, they were so happy. Bonnie says she's now going to smile at
the image of 4 big blue eyes blinking up out of the bathtub where
they curled up to sleep, rejecting my warm kitty-bed I had placed
there and making me feel terribly guilty those first few days
together. Fortunately for all of us they calmed down and began
sleeping at night - and were rarely not on my bed for the next 11 +
years.

Lucy was always the gentler and more reserved of the pair, waiting
her turn behind Lenny and later behind Panda and Sprout too, for her
treats or her petting - but when you picked her up, she was a
buttery plush toy
in your hands, and never, ever wanted to be put down. All the other
cats eventually had somewhere else to go, but Lucy would never try
to leave a hug of her own volition - and if I tried to put her down,
she'd cling like she was afraid of the floor until I got her
completely disentangled - then follow me around, waiting to be
picked up again.

Goodbye and sweet dreams, dear old Lucy-boo. My life would have
been
much less if I had not found you those years ago. Go find your
Lenny-love, my heart is with you both.

*snif*

Johanna, Sprout (in a bag at my feet) and Panda
ov-purrin-on-my-lap-Toes

Clearly your life has been blessed by these wonderful cats and you'll
always carry them in your heart. You're relationship with Lucy is so
much like mine was with Patches. May Bast bless you all.

--
Regards
Fred

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