Leaving the pc early tonight because I’m emotionally compromised. Back to drawing tomorrow maybe.
Trixie May 1999 - 29th July 2014
Today we had to take our beloved Trixie to the vet to have her put to sleep. We got her as a kitten from the shelter when I was only 8 years old. The lady at the shelter was hestitant to take our money for the fee since they were sure she wouldn’t make it longer than 2 weeks. All her siblings had died only days before because they were so sick and weak.
We took her home regardless. She had a chronic cats sneeze and was very shy. There were few times she would allow anyone to pet her. The last few weeks she lost a great amount of weight until she was skinny as a stick and had to hobble through the house, her legs had become to week to carry her for long distances. every winter she would curl up on her pillow and rarely move unless she was hungry. Every winter we thought it would be her last.
Instead, come spring, she was up and about again, albeit slow and wobbly on her feet, she still went into the backyard to rest in the sun and sniff the flowers.
Over the last year she developed small bulges on her ears which our vet told us must be tumors. My family refused to have her put down since she was still up and about and didn’t show any signs of pain. The last few months a new tumor started growing in her left cheek. The vet first assumed it might be an infection and gave us antibiotics to treat her. The bulge only kept growing and today it was as large as a golf ball, her cheek infected from scratching and pawing at it too much. She lay on her side, breathing shallow, and we decided it was time. We put her in the transport box and drove to the vet. I pushed my fingers through the bars in the box, offering her comfort if she wanted it. She kept pushing her face into my fingers, letting me scratch her head. I’m sure she must have known, since she never before initiated contact before.
In the end, she went peacefully, only fighting off my mother when she wanted to hold her down too suddenly. We buried her in our backyard unter the flowers, with a small gravelight next to her.
Trixie, despite not being a cuddly pet, was a great additon to our family. she helped raise 2 puppies and several kittens who weren’t her own and she kept fighting for 15 years, when everyone told her she should have been dead in weeks. Rest in peace, Trixie, you will be sorely missed. The hole you left in our family can never be filled.
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