On August 27th, my baby tort passed away. My husband was at a meeting and we were going to have her put to sleep as soon as he got home. She had other ideas. Forty-five minutes before he got home, she took her last breath. Watching her die is an experience that I just can’t describe. I’ll never quite be the same.
That first day was quiet without her constant meowing. It was peaceful and I was able to get some real sleep for the first time in a long time. Mister Underfoot (yes, he’s named appropriately) wouldn’t leave me alone. He followed me around the house, constantly underfoot. He kept getting his “concerned” look on his face and staring at me for long periods of time. Once, I covered up my head with a blanket in hopes he would look away, but he just tried to climb over it, ripping it out of my hands.
The second day it was too quiet. I’ve gotten used to the quiet now, our other two cats very rarely make a peep, but for a good month the quiet actually bothered me. I started turning on the TV just for the noise.
There’s not much to say, but I did want to finally let those that knew her and were worried about her that she did pass on.