Goodbye to Violet the Cat
My little baby girl kitty, Violet, is gone. I took her to be euthanized on Wednesday, October 2nd. It will forever be the worst day of my life — and of course, hers. I’ve never grieved any other being as much as I am grieving her now. The only one who comes close is my father, my precious daddy. But he had cheated death so many times, had overcome so many obstacles in his life, that it wasn’t a terrible shock. But it was terrible.
Violet though was a teenager in human years. Yes, we all know that when we sign up to love and care for a cat or a dog. I had a wonderful dog, The Grand Poohbah, for 16 years. He decided when it was time for him to go. I had little Violet for close to 16 years, but I decided when it was time. I’ll never know if it was the right time. But most of the time, it still feels so awful to be without her, that I feel it was too soon. By days, weeks, months?
She was sick with a terrible disease for cats, hyperthyroidism — something relatively simple to treat in humans. When her first lab report came in, her vet had never seen such a high level, at least 3 times as high as she’d expected. But Violet wouldn’t eat the prescribed food for it. And she was hard for even the vet to pill, and it was dangerous for me to be bitten by her because of my own crappy immune system. I found a gel I could put in her ears. It worked. Except that it caused a terrible rash…
