Everyone dies … but death is so sad. Vegan died yesterday (July 08 2012). If you’re not familiar with her story please read Vegan The Feral Kitten first. I miss her. I’ll always miss her. I met Vegan on the streets of Oakland on January 10 2011 and she came home with me on January 19 2011. She was a very happy girl and she had a great life – although it was a very short one. She loved to play catch.
She was a very easy purr. In the early days all I had to do was look at her and she would purr. One of my favorite things was when I would wake her up by touching her she would look at me with a quiet meow like she was saying ‘oh hello’ and she would roll over and stretch out toward me and liked me to rub her belly. She also liked to stretch out toward me and gently touch her paws to my face.
I took her to the vet five weeks ago and she got better briefly but went downhill again quickly. She was somewhat uncomfortable for the last month of her life but didn’t suffer until her last day.
The vet recommended euthanasia but also gave me a treatment plan option. I didn’t think keeping her warm, giving her oxygen and fluids was going to cause her any more suffering – she was a fighter so I had to give her a chance. Before they got very far they told me she was dying and brought me to her. I pet her and talked to her and I sobbed as her heart slowly stopped beating and she gasped and took her last breaths. I hope she heard me and knew I was with her.