Hello pals-
It has been nearly two weeks since Buddy went over the rainbow bridge. The vet found an orange size tumor in one kidney and determined the other kidney had failed on Friday 11/6/09. They suggested we put him to sleep that day, but I said no give me meds.
I took him home and spent the weekend holding him, giving him water and tuna juice via a medicine thingie. I held him all night Friday night. Saturday, we went to the woods and he laid in sun puddles and breathed fresh country air. I thought I saw improvement. Saturday night, I repeated holding him, but woke up in cat pee in the wee hours of the morning.
Sunday morning, I chased all the other cats out to the porch and gave Buddy his prince pillow and positioned him on the couch, so I could get some housework done. At around noon, I started to realize that the end was coming. I stopped everything and picked him and held him until he was ready to go.
Strange, the feeling you have holding something as life leaves. It has taken these two weeks to even come close to have strength to type this blog and yet still I am tearing up. There will never be a sweeter cat than Buddy. He slept on back at night, on my lap when I watched TV, drank water out of the facet when I had bathroom time.
I groomed him in the afternoon. Wrapped him in a lap quilt my grandmother made. Took him to my daughter's grave site, so they could say good-bye. And back to the woods to bury him next to his brother Mr. Kitty. He was sealed in his casket with my RedBull t-shirt, a picture of Kaitlin and me. I put a pink rose on top and clawed the earth over him.
The days are not the same without you dear friend and I will miss you always. I hope that you have found all our pals that preceded you over the rainbow bridge. My arms ache to hold you one more time.
Love always sweet Buddy,
Flacatlady
I am so, so sorry about Buddy. You are right about the feeling of someone dying in your arms. I took a kitten from my Grandma's once when I was about 13. She told me it was sick. She said it was dying, but I wouldn't believe it. I took it home and tried to feed it. I rubbed it's poor little belly. I cried and cried and cried, but in the end as I held it in my hands, it still passed over the rainbow bridge. I buried it under my favorite climbing tree.
ReplyDeleteI am so, so sorry. I cried reading this. May God help you through this.
ReplyDeletecindy
When we lost Solstice in July, Rick cradled her until she passed.... there is definitely a feeling when they leave. You can tell. Continued condolences as you grieve....
ReplyDeleteSue (@angelicinsights)
That was a beautiful tribute to Buddy. I'm so sorry for the loss of your daughter I can't imagine the pain you have endured.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tibute indeed. We join you in your sorrow, for Buddy and your daughter. Holding the one you love as life on this earth concludes is so difficult but you gave Buddy the gift of knowing he was loved to the end.
ReplyDeleteWe came by via Twitter, not expecting this post. We are so very sorry for your loss. Buddy sounds like a great cat. It is so hard to say good-bye.
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. I lost my 17 yr. old cat
ReplyDeleteSydney on Oct.24. and I buried her with her
blanket and the bear toy she carried around
since she was a kitten. I am truly sorry for
your loss. Cats bring so much joy to our lives
and they really are members of the family!