posted by dave on Wednesday, May 11, 2005 at 7:56 PM in category the cats
(crossposted to main 'blog)
Today, Spook died.
She'd been falling quickly for the fast couple of weeks, not eating as much, only wanting attention. I tried once to pick her up to take her to the vet but she didn't like that one little bit, so I let her be.
This morning when I left for work Spook was laying on the sidewalk. She didn't get up and come to me like she usually did. She just looked at me and gave her pathetic meow. I figured that she would be dead by the time I got home, so I spent a few extra minutes petting her and telling her what a good kitty she was.
When I got home from work, Spook was on the deck and she raised her head to watch me pull into the garage.
I took a can of food out to the deck and poured it into her bowl. She came over and took a bite, purring loudly. She always liked to be petted while she ate, and this always made her purr.
After she took a bite of food, she fell over.
She died with her eyes open, so the last thing she saw was me. The last thing she felt was me petting her. The last sound she made was a purr. The last sound she heard was me saying
You like that food, don't you Spooky? What a good kitty!
I tried to dig a hole for her, but ended up putting her into the hole I'd discovered in my yard the other day.
It's under the Japanese Maple. She always liked it there.
I'm sure this will hit me harder at some point.
I added a small bit about her to my Cats of the Past page.