No resurrections for us

Moodypuss is dead.

We took him to the emergency clinic over Easter because the steady decline in health turned into a sheer drop. He basically lost the capacity to (sort of) jump, walk, drink, eat and (really) sleep in 24 hours. We worked through one night where I made him a nest with a hot water bottle and his food and drink just a nose-reach away. I petted him until he seemed to sleep, but he crawled out the nest and tried to jump on our bed.

He failed and got his claws stuck in the blankets hanging off the side of the bed, too weak to free himself. I’m happy I am a light sleeper and heard him jump – he could have been there all night. Twice in those same 24 hours we had to catch him to prevent him from falling down the stairs. He kept trying to use them when we weren’t watching him to see if he needed to be carried to the litterbox.

He fell over backwards and sideways when trying to use his scratching post. His hind legs would sag if the ground was even remotely uneven. When drinking, his head would sag and he’d get a nose full of water a handful of times before he’d give up. Even when we put him in his basket (which he hated) he didn’t fight. Nor did he try to bolt out of it when we opened up the basket to pet him when we were waiting for the vet to see us.

We felt it was obvious that this was no life for a cat and that we made the right decision to take him in and have him put down. It was still a huge relief to hear the vet confirm that Moodypuss was in fact at the very end of his life and that we were just in time to prevent him being in pain and more malaise.

Still, as anyone knows who has lost a pet, it doesn’t hurt any less to know that you did it right.

I was grateful to be there. See, Beloved and Moodypuss lived together for 6 years. For a while they had a roommate but they mostly lived alone, slept in the same bed and shared their single-man-lifestyle (except with more cuddling than you’d expect). I felt that I owed it to Moodypuss to let him spend as much time as possible with Beloved while I handled the practical stuff. After all, he graciously let me share his bed and his favourite human for cuddles when I showed up on dates and weekends, to cat-sit when Beloved traveled and later permanently.

Peace out, Moodypuss, you were an awesome cat.

Moodypuss being true to his name. Picture by Patrick Moran.


5 Responses to “No resurrections for us”

  1. 1 Amanda April 12, 2012 at 8:18 am

    Oh I am so sorry. I can certainly relate, 2 years ago, when I went back home, I saw one of our cats, that had been with us since I was 15 for the last time, and he was not the same, not playing, no energy, trouble eating, and he would throw up everything he ate (sorry), and was just very sad. My mom took him to put him to sleep and it was very sad for all of us.
    Anyhow, I know you know, but you put a stop to his suffering so it was the last kind act you could have done.
    Hope you and beloved are feeling better and just let him go to cat heaven where he is jumping and sees you 🙂

    • 2 thesmittenimmigrant April 12, 2012 at 9:01 am

      Thanks for your kind words, Amanda.

      It definitely helps to be reminded that it was the best thing to put him out of his misery. Just like the cat you describe, they show so clearly when it is time to go.

      We’re now getting used to not being jumped on at night, not getting meowed at when we come home from work and not being sat on whenever we sit still for a minute or two. It’ll take some time, and that is fine.

      On Saturday we’ll also give all his old things and his remaining food to the local pet shelter. I think that will help as well, knowing that other cats are better off now.

  2. 3 Theener April 17, 2012 at 12:59 am

    I have been thinking about you, and your Beloved, and Moodypuss’ life and death on and off all week. I have given all of the furry beasts here extra pets in his honor.

    • 4 thesmittenimmigrant April 17, 2012 at 6:47 am

      Thank you, Theener. I’m so glad you were there for Beloved to talk to. I think it helped him a lot. Me too, just to see him be heard and understood. And of course it’s good that your furry roomies get some extra lovings . The people at our local shelter were also very happy with all the leftover kidney diet food (and the normal food and the basket and the cat carrier and.. well) so there is a little consolation in that.

  3. 5 Sarah April 23, 2012 at 9:30 pm

    Nate (the fiance) and I had to put our terminally ill cat down in December. It was absolutely the right thing to do and we have no regrets about it. But it was hard as hell. *Hugs*

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