Goodbye My Friend

The week before Thanksgiving, something went suddenly wrong with Miko. I took her to the vet who explained to me that she had taken a bad fall and hurt a hip. He gave her an injection for inflammation and that was it- we came home.

2 1/2 weeks later and things were not better. Miko was hardly eating. I took her to the vet again, though this time a different one. To my horror, I heard him say things I never expected nor was prepared to hear.

'Your cat has cancer', he says.

'Considering her age, there really isn't any point in treating her', he says.

'You should really think of saying goodbye', he says.

There was a lot in between that I don't remember. His voice seemed muffled. I was bawling.

I brought my Meeks home and for days, I thought long and hard about ending it. I just couldn't.

For another 2 1/2 weeks, I talked to her and told her how pretty she was. I brushed her, pet her, and loved her. She walked around the house carefully and still jumped on her favorite sofa for naps. She drank loads of water. I even started to blend foods to make a 'soup' to feed her with a syringe. Everything was ok until Christmas Day when drinking water and eating kitty 'soup' was no longer appealing.

My sweet Miko passed away on December 28th, at 8:45 in the morning. I was talking to her while feeling her heart. It slowly faded away. I watched her take her last breaths.

My kitty was with me through my single days. A few apartments. A marriage. Three homes. Two kids. Laughs. Loves. Heartbreaks. Song & Dance. Sorrow. Through bad days and good. She never held a grudge and loved me unconditionally for 14 years. I loved her too. More than I can explain. I hurt. I'm devastated.


I know you are enjoying that sunny window, Meeki.
I'll see you again one day.