My cat "Ducky" has finally taken her journey across the rainbow bridge to see her sisters after (nearly) 17 years of life.
She passed on after a severe bought with a feline cold and she was too old to fight it off.
She didn't suffer as far as we know, her eyes were peaceful and shining.
Just around 30-35 minutes before she passed my dad and I went in to pet her and she still managed a soft purring.
Ducky was my first cat; the cat that was only meant to stay a while but became a regular tenant at our loving home.
She lived a good life and although it pains me to have her gone I know she did not suffer and for that I am glad.
My heart hurts from the guilt that maybe we could have done something but there was nothing we could do other than prolong some kind of suffering. We made her comfortable and gave her love and petting during her final days.
--RIP 'Ducky' --
"My old granny cat"
I will miss you like madness but we will meet again~
1996 - Oct. 8th, 2013
EDIT: Although a lot of stuff has been happening (most of it negative sadly) we knew Ducky was nearing the end of her life. Sadly she'd been dropping in weight rather rapidly and the vet just told is she is just getting old. She was a bigger cat so her life expectancy was not long, they said not past 10 years old, she was also rather hefty most of her life; big boned and just...big, so she got arthritis something fierce and we had her on meds for that for a bit until we noticed it didn't do anything to help at all.
So regardless of all the crap happening this happening, although sad, is kind of a good thing. She didn't suffer and I was able to say goodbye to her. Our other 3 cats we had in the past I never got to say goodbye to the which was heartbreaking, but I am grateful I got to spend a few of Ducky's last moments with her holding her and telling her how much I loved her and that it was okay to let go. That I would be okay without her now.
I am still and probably will grieve her passing for a long time since she was my first cat, I had her since she was a kitten and she grew up with me. She was my 'fat cat'.
Anyway, I had a few people mentioning the absolute sh*t luck I've had the last few weeks but honestly I think it's sunk if that no matter what I'm kind of destined to have it happen and there's not much to do but realize this and just do what you can do move on from it.
I am very glad for the years I've had Ducky in my life as not just a pet but a friend. She was there for me as a child protecting me from thunderstorms, sharing cereal with me, and her warmth.
So yes, it is sad but death is not the closing of a door but rather the opening of a new one for the soul that parts from this world into the next.
She is with her sisters now pain free and wading in fields of evergreen catmint and clover.
I know I will see her again... when the time comes for me to leave this world I will see her waiting for me.
I made this in MSPaint considering this is all I have at the moment on this computer I'm on. These pics are from 2007-2008.