Poor Cece
My cat is dying.
The doctor can’t quite figure out what’s wrong, but her kidneys aren’t working right. She’s not herself lately. She’s so skinny and tired all the time. And he doesn’t know how much longer she’ll be able to make it.
I remember her first night with us, almost seven years ago.
A couple neighborhood girls had found a tiny, gray kitten, still too small to be away from her mother. They wanted to keep her, but their dad wouldn’t let them. They knocked on all the doors in the neighborhood, asking if someone would take the kitten, knowing if they just left her all alone without someone to care for her, she could die. Finally their dad pulled up in his car, telling them it was late and they needed to come home–without the cat. Mom was out gardening in the front yard. She saw the girls crying. She told them she’d take it.
It was the first week of July, almost Caroline’s 7th birthday. Caroline had been saying that what she really wanted was a new kitty. But it was late enough in the evening that Caroline was already fast asleep, so Mom brought the cat to me. She clung to me, scared. She curled up in the tiniest little ball right next to me in my bed. I didn’t sleep all night, afraid that I’d roll over and squish her.
I wanted to name her Feather, because she was so tiny and light. She still is. Of course, Caroline wanted to name her.
And so she was named Cece, and although she was supposed to be Caroline’s cat, she always favored me.
Since I started having to force her to take her pills twice a day, she’s been less in love with me.
Aww, I am sorry to hear that Cece is having kidney trouble. I really hope she makes it ok and lives a much longer life. It is so heartbreaking when pets leave us. I know Pumpkin is gone, is Homer still around?
Comment by Nicole — 5/31/2003 @ 3:59 pm
Yeah, Homer’s 13 now. He’s still HUGE. He’s got a few white hairs speckled through his black fur, but other than that, he doesn’t show his age much at all.
Comment by Katie — 5/31/2003 @ 4:55 pm
One day my sisters friend turned up at our house begging my parents to take her cat. Her alcoholic father used to kick it so she told him it ran away when really, she just wanted it to have a good home.
After 9 years, he became very skinny and sick too. His kidneys failed.
We had him on dialysis to clean his blood out, but it didnt stay good for long. Several thousand dollars in vet bils later we had to have him put down.
He died in my arms 6 years ago this month.
I hope yours gets better.
Comment by Amanda — 5/31/2003 @ 7:10 pm
I hope she gets better.
Comment by Raymond — 6/2/2003 @ 4:50 am
aww, that’s a sweet story. i really hope she’ll be okay!
Comment by mae — 6/6/2003 @ 4:47 am