Oh, look—he’s fallen & can’t get up. :cuffs:
“The hour of our departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die and you to live.
Which of these is better, God only knows.”
I am very sorry to share that my sweet, 17-year-old baby boy, Nicholas, passed away Tuesday, April 26th.
I should have mentioned it before now, but truthfully I’ve been too sad—heartbroken, really—to talk about it. It was easier to let a few pre-scheduled posts go up to fill the space while I cried & grieved & spent some quality time with my head under the covers.
Nicholas had a bad time of it the week before, so much so that I held him for almost 48 hours straight & even cancelled some appointments because I wasn’t willing to leave him. I thought perhaps that was going to be the end. But next thing I knew, he was up & around again, eating (though not a lot) & acting much more normal. I was so relieved.
But that only lasted about a week before he started to go downhill again. He was so thin, every little bone jutting out; & he seemed to grow more confused by the day, getting stuck in corners, walking into walls, & not quite knowing where the food dishes were anymore. When I tried to hold him, he would only rest for a short while when he used to sleep for hours, & I wondered if it was maybe because he simply couldn’t get comfortable; that’s one of the reasons I thought he might be pacing around so much, too. And even though I made a habit of filling a bowl with his favorite foods straight from the can, then shutting him into a room by himself so none of the other kittehs tried to steal it from him, I just couldn’t get him to eat very much at all. And this is a boy who used to have a really healthy appetite.
He had a very hard time of it Monday night, & I was up with him most of the time, just trying to guide him, make him comfortable, comfort him. But I knew then that if he didn’t “bounce back” once again by morning, I should call the doctor & make the horrible but necessary decision to help him pass peacefully. I hated it—hate, hate, HATED it. And it was as awful, if not worse, than you can imagine. But I couldn’t live with myself if I made him suffer a minute longer than he had to, just because I wasn’t ready to be without him. I love him so much & didn’t want to let go…& I would NEVER do it if I thought it was anything other than selfish to make him hang on just because his poor little body hadn’t given out yet.
I had one hour, only one short hour, from the time I called the vet’s office to the time they told me to be there to come to terms with what was about to happen & to try to help him understand. I held him & cried over him & explained what was going on. And I truly believe he understood. At one point, he lifted a paw & placed it against my lips as though to say, “It’s okay, Mom, I’m ready.”
But in the car, he sat up, wanting to feel the sun on his face & look out the window. Even though he was technically blind, he always loved car rides & knew that’s what was going on. Then when we got to the veterinarian’s office, he wanted to walk around. Just walk & walk & walk around the waiting room at a pace no one would ever expect from a kitty we were getting ready to…you-know-what. I had so many misgivings at that point & wanted so badly to turn around rather than go through with it. But I just kept thinking of what he was like at home—the pacing & confusion, not eating, not resting—& I knew it wasn’t going to get any better for him, only worse. But Oh. My. God. So hard. :raincat:
Because of all the wandering around the house & getting stuck, the doctor thought he might have been suffering from a neurological issue, such as dementia or—I doubt it, but she mentioned the possibility of—a brain tumor. And she agreed that he was thin & dehydrated. But she was amazed that he was 17-years-old, & that other than age, there wasn’t (& had never been) anything wrong with him.
Nicholas was so good. He just laid there, even when they gave him the first shot, which burns. The vet said she can always tell when a pet is truly ready to go because they don’t react to that shot, & Nicholas didn’t. Then I held him & sang to him while the drug took effect & he fell asleep before the second shot. I held him then, too, until the doctor said his heart had stopped. They offered a box to take him home in, but I simply wrapped him up in his blanket, as usual, & carried him out. He was my baby; I carried him in there like my baby, & I was sure as hell going to carry him out the same way.
He never looked any different. Even in death, he looked exactly the way he always had any time he slept in my arms. And I held him for a very long time after that. Just held him & cried.
Later in the afternoon, when I thought I could keep it together for at least a short time, Mr. Handyman was kind enough to come out & dig up a big, half-dead rhododendron right in front of my bedroom window. I’d been thinking about it for a while, & it’s exactly where I wanted Nicholas to be buried…so I can look out & “see” him any time I want. I want to get one of those really pretty pet memorial stones or statuettes to mark the spot; something that speaks to me & reminds me of him when I look at it. The landscaping here at the New House is awful, but we’re going to beautify it little by little, & my sweet little Nicholas is the first step. :flowers:
Better late than never, Happy May, everyone! :spring:
In case you haven’t already noticed all on your own, we’ve updated the WIPs and Chains sidebar with all kinds of lovely May decorations & quotes & fun, fun, fun! :beehappy:
Give it a scroll & see what you think. And as always, let me know which portions you like best. Unless, of course, you love them all best…then you can just say, “Brava again, Mistress Heidi!” :fairie:
We’ve also added a handful of new emoticons to play with. :butterfly: Out with the Easter smilies, in with more Spring-y ones! :situp:
You’ll notice a few hangers-on from the last batch, but that’s because they’re perfectly acceptable for Spring & May, so no reason to get rid of them just yet. :seymour:
So feel free to play around & test them all. I’m pretty sure you’re going to enjoy this batch. :margarita:
Last but not least, the May Hunk of the Month is right where he belongs. :swing:
There was barely a contest this time around—Mr. Ride ‘Em, Cowboy won over pretty much every Darling of The Dungeon in eight seconds flat. :cheer:
I know you’ll want to check him out, but don’t get so distracted drooling over him that you forget to enjoy the rest of the new decorations. After all, you can always come back to focus on our May Hunk once you’ve perused everything else. :alice: