On Saturday morning, when I came downstairs, I found a splash of red blood on the floor of the den, then a trail of drops of blood or urine mixed with blood — evidence of a kitty with a bad urinary tract infection. It turned out to be Cleo, the 19-year-old kitty we adopted with her daughter, Ro-Ro, in May when their people moved.
Cleo weighed four pounds and change when she moved in, due to advanced kidney disease. We love her, but she is very frail. I think giving her antibiotic pills would traumatize her. I have an appointment with our regular veterinarian for euthanasia tomorrow. I’m watching over her now to try to determine if she can wait that long, or I should take her to the animal ER–and to get her loved up before she goes. She is a very sweet cat and we will miss her.
For everyone who will recommend getting another kitty right away: I agree. I learned this morning that a friend’s mother may have to move in with her. However, my friend is too allergic to allow her mom’s cat to move in, too. I volunteered to take the puss and provide visitation.
Update, 8/12: Cleo was in a cozy box on my lap as I wrote this, but got restless so I took her downstairs and put cat and bed in her cave under the kitchen table. I laid out clothes for my father for tomorrow then went into the kitchen and found that Cleo had passed away. I wrapped her little body in a towel and held her for awhile and said blessings for her soul. I should be writing thank-you notes now to all the people who have helped me, but my heart is very sore and I don’t think I can stay awake. I am deeply grateful, but I will have to write them in the morning.