Lady Iapetus (
ladyiapetus) wrote2011-03-25 12:09 pm
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In 1995, Mom approached our family with a proposition about adding a second cat to our household. The cat in question had been returned to the local pet store by her original owners because they'd had a baby, and because this cat liked to snuggle at night they were afraid that she'd try to snuggle with the baby and smother it. We said yes, and Mom brought home this beautiful six-month old female black cat. Her original owners had called her "Midnight", but we quickly renamed her "Sassy".
Last night, Mom, Dad and I took Sassy to the vet for the final time.
God, I am such a wreck right now I can't stand it. Mom and I had given her subcutaneous fluids over the past year to battle renal failure, and towards the end she was so thin and in so much pain. I know we did the right thing for her, but underneath all of that I just want my kitty back.
She was my kitty; Mom and Dad may have been her owners on paper but when it all came down to it she was mine. For reasons I don't understand I was Sassy's favorite. During the last few years of her life she moved upstairs permanently because she hated the dog, and when I was upstairs Sassy had to be with me no matter where I was.
And now she's gone. She's lying in a box in the garage with some of her favorite toys, until we bury her on Sunday. Every time I see something dark or black out of the corner of my eye and I turn around I have to remind myself that it's not her. And today I'm supposed to dump out her litterbox, her food and her water, and take the rug and everything out of her kennel so that Mom and Dad can take that down either today or tomorrow. And it just pisses me off because she hasn't even been gone a full day and it seems like they're erasing every piece of her, every evidence that she'd ever lived here at all and it hurts so damn much!
I just want my kitty back, that's all. I just want her back.
Last night, Mom, Dad and I took Sassy to the vet for the final time.
God, I am such a wreck right now I can't stand it. Mom and I had given her subcutaneous fluids over the past year to battle renal failure, and towards the end she was so thin and in so much pain. I know we did the right thing for her, but underneath all of that I just want my kitty back.
She was my kitty; Mom and Dad may have been her owners on paper but when it all came down to it she was mine. For reasons I don't understand I was Sassy's favorite. During the last few years of her life she moved upstairs permanently because she hated the dog, and when I was upstairs Sassy had to be with me no matter where I was.
And now she's gone. She's lying in a box in the garage with some of her favorite toys, until we bury her on Sunday. Every time I see something dark or black out of the corner of my eye and I turn around I have to remind myself that it's not her. And today I'm supposed to dump out her litterbox, her food and her water, and take the rug and everything out of her kennel so that Mom and Dad can take that down either today or tomorrow. And it just pisses me off because she hasn't even been gone a full day and it seems like they're erasing every piece of her, every evidence that she'd ever lived here at all and it hurts so damn much!
I just want my kitty back, that's all. I just want her back.

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It's unfortunate and bordering on a bit insensitive that your parents seem so intent on dismantling everything so quickly, though. Some people just don't seem to understand that even with pets, people need time to grieve and come to terms with the loss.
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I thought my parents understood. We lost one of our other cats, Toto, three years ago this May. They left his kennel up for at least a week or so before taking it down. So why on Earth they're so intent on taking Sassy's kennel down I have no idea, other than the fact that it's in their bedroom.
They're also going to be replacing most of the carpeting upstairs because she peed on it a lot, but that I don't mind so much.
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You did the right thing, even though it hurts for you it was the right decision for Sassy. You'll be sad for a long time, but you need to remember that. *SNUG*
As for getting rid of her things... even if your parents want to clear everything out, maybe you should keep one or two little things for yourself. When Tri died I kept his collar and tags, because I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them. Having them around somehow makes me feel better.
His other things, like his favourite laser light toy and his catnip pouch, I'm saving so that I can add them to his grave when I bury him later in the spring. I don't feel right about throwing them away, since he loved them so much. Maybe you could think about doing the same thing with some of Sassy's smaller things.
Anyway, I'm really sorry to hear about your loss. You'll never forget her, but it'll get easier over time. I'm still struggling over Tri, but it isn't as bad as it used to be a couple months ago. It'll be the same for you. You just have to hang in there, keep her in your heart, and remember all the love and good times you had with her.
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The keepsake thing sounds like a good idea, if I can find anything. All I've been able to find is a brush with some of her fur in it; Sassy never had a collar, and the few toys she had went into her box with her.
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As others have said I hope that you have got some of her little things to keep even a blanket of a piece of tissue she liked maybe...