My dear kitty Samantha passed away last week, she was 17. I’ve had her almost her entire life, most of my adult life.
Her health started to decline a few months ago. For a while she just stayed under the bed all day and wouldn’t come out. I really started to miss her not being around the house during that time. The Vet tried many different things to help her and about a month ago she really came around and was more like her old self. So for the last few weeks she was hanging out with me like she used to.
Last Friday I was out with friends and came home around 10:00. She had me pick her up and she sat in my lap. We watched TV together for a few hours. That was the most she had stayed in my lap in a while. When the show was over I put her down and went to the computer for a little bit before going to bed. She came over and waited in her usual spot by my desk. Around 2am I picked her up and carried her upstairs with me.
She stopped sleeping in the bed with me about a year ago, instead opting for under the bed. So I had fixed her up a little cat bed. She laid down on it, I gave her a few pets and went to bed. About half an hour later she stated making noises like she was getting sick. I got up to check her and could tell something was wrong. She then collapsed on her left side and began panting heavily and was clearly in a lot of pain. I told her to hang on and I was going to get her some help.
I picked her up, put her into her carrier and got dressed. I then realized I didn’t know the freeway exit for the Animal hospital. I wasted some precious time trying to find the address. We finally got on the road but it was a 30 minute drive. When we were almost there I felt her take a couple of deep breaths and relax. At that moment I thought the pain had passed and she was going to get through this. When I arrived and actually looked at her I realized it was too late. I took her inside anyway and they started CPR. A couple of minutes later a Vet came out and told me she was not breathing and had no pulse. She said there are more invasive things they could do to resuscitate her but there is chance she would end up in a coma for sometime. I told her she was 17 and the Vet asked if we should let her go. I reluctantly said yes and they stopped CPR.
I am upset with myself for not reacting faster and I found out today there was a 24 hour emergency animal clinic in another town that was 15 minutes away instead of 30. I wish I would have known about it. I also realize it may not have made any difference.
At the same time I am grateful things worked out they way they did. I didn’t know she was saying goodbye to me Friday night but I think she was. I am also glad I was with her when she took her last breath. I wouldn’t have wanted to wake up or come home to find she had passed.
So I picked up her urn the day before last. Right now I have it sitting in her favorite spot. I think I will have to move it though. Too many times I have caught it out of the corner of my eye and for split second thought it was her sitting there.