The angels really do have a sense of humour.
And cats really do have 9 lives.
I asked the angels to tell Psycho Kitty that he would be free from pain.
They obliged.
However, this didn't mean it was time for our little love to leave our arms.
I am sure grateful I wasn't specific about HOW I wanted him to be free from pain.
If I was clear-cut about what I was asking for, he wouldn't be with us today.
With tears streaming down my face, and Papi looking like he was trying to be invisible, we dragged our feet into the vet's office.
Remember how I was saying he still looks like Psycho Kitty from the eyes up?
Dr. Bob told us he has a few more days in him.
His eyes are bright.
He's eating.
Albeit, he IS on his way out.
So, now it's time for us to do hospice work.
He gave us enough medicine to get him through the weekend, buying us a little more time for goodbye.
What it was fixing us with, was an opportunity to allow him to leave with dignity.
The medicine is to make him comfortable, and ease the pain, but mostly to allow him to be himself and enjoy his last days how HE would like it.
It worked.
He slept on the bed ALL night!!!
This morning, he did his famous forehead bumps!!!
He was also being himself, trying to bite my glasses off my face.
This has always been his favourite pastime; trying to steal my glasses.
He used to do it with G'ma's hearing aid while she slept.
It was always fun to do the hearing aid search at 7 a.m. under beds and couches after that little bugger had played with it all night.
We even saw him try to clean himself.
To no avail, but he tried.
Last night, we cut off all the blood encrusted in his fur from his chest and neck, and feces that were stuck to his tail.
He looks absolutely ridiculous, but cleaner.
It must feel better than being so dirty.
Cats like to be clean.
Waking up to find our Psycho Kitty being himself was really quite beautiful.
The angels did answer my plea.
He is not suffering and we get to see our little friend off how he would want to go; loving us to his last day, instead of hiding under the bed whimpering.
My greatest wish has been that he would go when HE decides.
I just couldn't handle to see him suffering.
It was too much to bear.
Maybe, now he could just go in his sleep, peacefully.
Maybe I could be specific and ask the angels for this?
I'll tell you though, I'm sure grateful I get to see him acting the way he normally would, even if he is a bit smelly and there's blood and drool everywhere.
At least his spirit is here.
He is Psycho Kitty.
He has decided that he gets to live his last days as slow as he pleases, being true to Dominican Time.
We get to enjoy it.
And cats really do have 9 lives.
I asked the angels to tell Psycho Kitty that he would be free from pain.
They obliged.
However, this didn't mean it was time for our little love to leave our arms.
I am sure grateful I wasn't specific about HOW I wanted him to be free from pain.
If I was clear-cut about what I was asking for, he wouldn't be with us today.
With tears streaming down my face, and Papi looking like he was trying to be invisible, we dragged our feet into the vet's office.
Remember how I was saying he still looks like Psycho Kitty from the eyes up?
Dr. Bob told us he has a few more days in him.
His eyes are bright.
He's eating.
Albeit, he IS on his way out.
So, now it's time for us to do hospice work.
He gave us enough medicine to get him through the weekend, buying us a little more time for goodbye.
What it was fixing us with, was an opportunity to allow him to leave with dignity.
The medicine is to make him comfortable, and ease the pain, but mostly to allow him to be himself and enjoy his last days how HE would like it.
It worked.
He slept on the bed ALL night!!!
This morning, he did his famous forehead bumps!!!
He was also being himself, trying to bite my glasses off my face.
This has always been his favourite pastime; trying to steal my glasses.
He used to do it with G'ma's hearing aid while she slept.
It was always fun to do the hearing aid search at 7 a.m. under beds and couches after that little bugger had played with it all night.
We even saw him try to clean himself.
To no avail, but he tried.
Last night, we cut off all the blood encrusted in his fur from his chest and neck, and feces that were stuck to his tail.
He looks absolutely ridiculous, but cleaner.
It must feel better than being so dirty.
Cats like to be clean.
Waking up to find our Psycho Kitty being himself was really quite beautiful.
The angels did answer my plea.
He is not suffering and we get to see our little friend off how he would want to go; loving us to his last day, instead of hiding under the bed whimpering.
My greatest wish has been that he would go when HE decides.
I just couldn't handle to see him suffering.
It was too much to bear.
Maybe, now he could just go in his sleep, peacefully.
Maybe I could be specific and ask the angels for this?
I'll tell you though, I'm sure grateful I get to see him acting the way he normally would, even if he is a bit smelly and there's blood and drool everywhere.
At least his spirit is here.
He is Psycho Kitty.
He has decided that he gets to live his last days as slow as he pleases, being true to Dominican Time.
We get to enjoy it.
my thoughts are my reality and i'm thinking of a bright new day
It sounds like a good way to say goodbye.
ReplyDeleteit really is. it's nice to give him love again. he's so affectionate ... just need to dodge the blood lol!
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