Sady cat R.I.P. (2005 - 2015)

Hubby and Sady

Well, this was the the day on Tuesday.  She was increasingly weaker, I could feel her back bones through her gaunt body. She and I had a nice visit the day before, by the warm fire, while her daddy was sent to bed with a happy pill. Her eyes were just not right.  She wasn't the cat who would let me tim her toe nails, not for months. No longer the cat who would play out on the lake ice, with Oliver, roll on the warm cement step at the end of the dock in the sunshine. We had a good chat, and I could tell she was having a bad time. She loved the cottage, when we lived there, chasing a Pine marten up into a tree.

The vets are amazing and truly need to talk to people doctors about end-of-life care. Not obviously in pain, she is unable to take in sustenance, and at this stage of dying many of my hospice clients cannot digest, either. 'Do you think it's time to put her down?' the vet asked JB on the phone. So civilized this end-of-life care.  They have been so good with him, and with her.

Edith Piaf: "Non, je ne regrette rien."

I have collected all the photos I could find for JB.

Hubby wrote about her...

There was a chance to put her on something that might have given her a few more months but she was just spending the day under my dresser, coming downstairs to sit with me at night. She was too weak to handle the other cats in play, and was becoming frightened to walk down the hall. She couldn't eat, she would be in the kitchen waiting for me in the morning, and meowing to be fed, but no matter what I put in front of her, she couldn't eat it. 

 It was no life for the strong, brave cat, that has been my constant companion for the last ten years. The only thing that she loved was me, not other cats, nor people (though she tolerated Jenn and the grandchildren). She followed me everywhere, even onto the frozen lake at Bala. I was seldom in the house with out her beside me. Her love for me, was more like a dog, fierce and unconditional. So I am very sad, and very relieved that her suffering is over. 

I don't want to go by inches when my time comes, and I didn't want her to either. I didn't want her to outlive me, as she would have been lost with out me, but she could have waited a while longer.

She was a fierce cat, and treed a fisher on Oct. 31st, 2007.

Sady at the vet in January.

Looked left and right!

She gives Daisy a growl!

She loved the lake - now she prefers indoors

Sady just pretended to go after it.
They have such similar colouring!

Sadie mushes a catnip ball

The late Oliver, and sister, Sadie, 2009

Sadie & Buster ,
on the table near the tree house.

Sady and the late Mitzi