Well, Pyewacket's still with us, but probably not for long. It's just so incredibly sad. I'm having a hard time imagining a world without Pyewacket in it. I know that's silly, but she just has such a strong personality, and is so loved by everyone who knows her.
She's just barely eating now; I bought some deli roast beef today, and she ate a little bit of that. Bob will carry her in to her water dish and she'll usually drink a little bit. Last night John and Leslie were over for dinner and we had Chinese food, and Pye ate a few grains of fried rice. Today, I had the leftover rice for lunch, and I put a spoonful on a paper plate and took it upstairs and left it on the floor in front of Bob's recliner; she's spending most of her time under it now. It felt a bit like leaving an offering at the mouth of a cave for a deity . . .
The roast beef got her to come out from under the chair, so I picked her up and brought her downstairs and put her on the table in front of the window. Bob said, "She's getting like Doña was -- you take her somewhere and put her down, and she stays." But a few minutes ago she got up and trotted off to the basement. I got up and followed her to be sure she wasn't going to go hide somewhere down there, but she was going to the litter box. A good kitty to the end.
Bob's been taking her outside for a few minutes each evening, and that seems to perk her up a little. We sat out there with her for a little while last night, and reminisced about how John found her sitting on his stoop in the rain, a poor pitiful little wet thing, and how all he had to feed her was hot dogs, and how she was grateful to get them.
And how we drove out late the night of my birthday and picked her up, and drove home with her on my lap, and she was so sick. But we took care of her, and got her well, and loved her and gave her a great life. We've gotten so much from her, but of course she's gotten a lot from us also. She's just tired now, and getting ready to leave us. I'm finding that really hard.
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Wish I could do more than offer a net.hug... :(
many blessings of healing and peace to pyewacket... and to you and bob as well...
I know the sadness your both feeling, that big lump in your throat as you try to control the sobs. I lost my little Yorkie, Sassy a few years ago and I still cry when I see her picture. I miss her and the happiness she brought into my life. She had just turned 15... 2 days before she passed away. We had a little birthday party for her even though she wasn't up to it. But she did lick some of the ice cream.
My heart goes out to you both nothing can be said to ease the pain except maybe knowing that you and Bob gave her the best of life.
I remember you going through the small scare when you had her fixed and found out that her insides weren't quite right. She survived through that and has lived a good, comfortable life. She certainly showed up on the right porch at the right time.
Hugs to you, Bob, Dinah, and of course Pyewacket. Remember the joys when the pain gets bad. Valerie
Hugs, willa. It seems so sudden. That must make it especially hard. She always seemed like a sturdy little girl. I am sorry for your pain.
She has given a lot to your readers too. Some of my favorite entries have to do with Pye's feistiness. She is a special kitty. My heart goes out to you and Bob.
I wish I could do more than leave words. Love and strength and comfort to all of you. - chel
You rescued her from homelessness and gave her as wonderful a life as any little creature could have wished for. I am so sorry you are going through such a sad chapter, but the chapters in between have been gifts and bonuses to you both - she might never have lived them, and you would never have know her, had it not been for all of the little wonderful serendipities that led her to you. Hugs and comforts from me to you, Willa and Bob.
This is just so sad. You are all in my thoughts and prayers.
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