It was a Sad Sad Day

I had planned on posting a workout post two nights ago. Instead, I came home from a long day at work, made some dinner, heated up some tea, and then curled up in bed with our sick kitten to finish MockingJay, the last book of the Hunger Games trilogy.  I didn’t even check my email! 

 

My next plan was to post the workout post last night, but yesterday turned into a different kind of day than expected.  As I mentioned, our cat hasn’t been feeling well.  Technically, she is the BOY’s cat.  He rescued her 8 years ago as a new born kitten when he was in college and they have had a strong connection ever since.  He named her Emerald because of her beautiful green eyes and called her Emmy for short.  Two and a half years ago when the BOY put his house on the market, Emmy moved into my one bedroom apartment with me.  This was an interesting situation for a few reasons.  Number one, I really wasn’t much of a cat person and the only pet that I ever had growing up was Tommy, the goldfish.  And number two, up until that point, Emmy and I weren’t exactly what you’d call friends.  She loved the BOY, she liked boys in general, and she was not a fan of the girl who was hanging around.  She used to go through my purse and nibble on my shoes.  Moving in together, was a BIG step for us. 

 

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In the end, we made it work.  After living with me for 2 weeks, most of which she just ignored me, stared out the windows, and tried to escape to the elevators in the apartment complex, I came home from work with a hurt back.  Instead of heading to the floor for my typical hello, I went straight to the couch and collapsed, barely able to move.  This time, instead of ignoring me, she climbed right up to my chest, where she stayed for the rest of the night.  After that, we were friends and even when both of us moved back into the BOY’s house, he continued to give me some love and attention (even though she saved the best of it for the BOY).  Over the last two years, we’ve formed a tight little family, which is why seeing her so sick and without her usual spunk has been hard on me.  Yesterday, the BOY brought her to the vet, thinking maybe she had an infected tooth or needed an IV.  Instead he was given the worst news possible. An ER visit and ultrasound confirmed that our little kitten had chronic kidney failure.

 

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It was not an easy decision, but the right one to make. So I left work as soon as I could to go and say my goodbyes.  I planned to be the rock the BOY needed during this challenging time, but instead arrived at the animal hospital with blood shot eyes and tears streaming down my cheeks. I was shocked by the intense sadness I felt and constant ache in my stomach.  Although it was hard, I was happy that I was able to see her and kiss her head one last time.  Emmy was my first pet and her loss has floored me.  Worse than the hospital was arriving back at our house last night.  Around every corner, I expect to see her bounding up to see me when I walk in the door, trying to crawl into my lunch bag when I get home, nudging her head in between the BOY and I when I kiss him hello, or sitting on my lap computer as I type a blog post.  Since she has been such a special part of my life and a funny part of this blog, I thought it would be okay to share my sadness with you.  I ask you to bare with me as I share some of my favorite photos and silly kitten stories over the next week.

 

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The BOY and I are having a tough time coming to grips with the fact that she is really gone.  Our house sounds way too quiet this morning.  If any of you know him, then you know Emmy’s unwavering love and trust in him.  But you also know that he was head over heals for her.  If you are not a cat person, trust me I totally get it, but she is cute enough for even a dog person to appreciate!

 

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2 thoughts on “It was a Sad Sad Day

  1. Jennifer and “Boy” (I don’t know his name),
    You are dealing with what I dread so much. My dog Duke has been with me for 7 years and I don’t even like to think about how I will deal with that when the time comes. But one thing that might help you is this: Every morning when I leave for work, I get that twinge of guilt that I’m leaving him alone again for so many hours, but usually he doesn’t even notice me leaving. He lays around and actually seems very content. But every once in a while he gives me that “are you really leaving me again?” look and I melt. Then I feel really, really guilty. But when I do, I remind myself of the year I spent volunteering at the shelter when I lived in Florida. There you have dogs from the street, or from good homes and cushy lives now living 23 hours a day in a cage because the owner died or whatever. Plus there was a roof but the shelter was open air so in summer the heat was excruciating, and many of the animals were afraid of the high winds and summer thunder storms. The constant barking and other noise was relentless, and it was a generally unhappy place. So when I feel a little guilty with Duke, I think about all the amazing things he has in his life: A cozy bed (mine), air conditioning, heat, good food always available, tons of love, dog friends to play with in my building, treats, toys, etc. So think of all the great things you did for Emma, and how lucky she was not to end up in a shelter and instead lived in great comfort with two people she loved. She was happy and content her whole life, and didn’t suffer at the end because she had you guys there to do the right thing. SOOO many animals don’t have a fraction of this. What a lucky cat she was. Remember that part.

    • Jonathan-
      Thank you so much for your kind words. I think that you said it beautifully. Emmy was surrounded by love, even mine when she was meowing outside my door at 5AM, and I think she knew that she was part of our family. She helped out in the ktichen, served as a second alarm clock, and even got to eat fancy dinners with us (the girl loved crab and bacon). She was lucky and I think that we were lucky to have 8 (5 for me)quality years with her. We have great pictures and memories to share!

      We appreciate you taking the time to write!
      J and B

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