My seventeen year old cat, Apache had to be euthanized this morning around six-thirty. 'Patch had Hyperthryroid Disease since she was 8 years old and I was told she would never live past ten or twelve. I have been hand feeding her on demand anything she would eat over the past two years, but two weeks ago she started refusing all solid food and would only lick up gravies. She just simply wasted away.
Apache is the only cat my Dad, an avowed cat hater, ever liked. He rescued her as a three month old orphan out from under the wood pile in the back yard after her mother had been killed on the road out in front of their house. He and Mom caught her and pushed her into a dog crate and then called me to come get her. Apache was completely feral at the time and it took me four months to tame her enough that she would allow me to feed her and look at her without hiding. After my Dad died in 1993, 'Patch became very special to me.
I had seventeen wonderful years with her and I miss her terribly. I held her while the vet gave her the shot and she drifted away into peace. I told her I would meet her in the Summerlands and to go and enjoy chasing the squirrels and birds until I got there.
Then she sighed deeply and stopped breathing. Her heart stopped a half a minute later. Wait for me Apache. I will come to get you, just like I always have.
Apache is the only cat my Dad, an avowed cat hater, ever liked. He rescued her as a three month old orphan out from under the wood pile in the back yard after her mother had been killed on the road out in front of their house. He and Mom caught her and pushed her into a dog crate and then called me to come get her. Apache was completely feral at the time and it took me four months to tame her enough that she would allow me to feed her and look at her without hiding. After my Dad died in 1993, 'Patch became very special to me.
I had seventeen wonderful years with her and I miss her terribly. I held her while the vet gave her the shot and she drifted away into peace. I told her I would meet her in the Summerlands and to go and enjoy chasing the squirrels and birds until I got there.
Then she sighed deeply and stopped breathing. Her heart stopped a half a minute later. Wait for me Apache. I will come to get you, just like I always have.
This post made me legitimately sad...I am so sorry for your loss.
