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I'm very sad to share that my Shiutsa passed tonight.
When I came home from work, I found him in a neighbors yard, unable to walk. As soon as he saw me, he let out that meow that said "I'm hurt and need you badly." It turns out that he threw a massive blood clot from his heart to his aorta which then paralyzed his rear legs. They were cold to touch and he was in pain. So, my mom and I took him to the emergency vet hospital and held him to the very end. He passed very peacefully.... just fell asleep. But we, of course, are heart broken.
It's a miracle that Shiutsa lasted this last month. After his accident and heart attack a month ago, the vet did not expect him to live through the night... much less to recover use of his leg fully. He was loved each and every day and he revelled in it. Lots of petting, baby talk, laps! He was cuddled by three households who are so sad to see him go. He slept on my bed every night and couldn't wait to go outside every morning. He wanted to go out early... but he had to wait until 8am when I could give him his heart pill.
In any case, I am so very sad. His blanket is right next to this computer. I'll miss him so very much... but it was his time to pass and he knew it. He was saying goodbye to us.
He's buried with his best buddies (Lysander, Oscar and Black Cat) under the honeysuckle vine in our back yard where his spirit can soar in the garden that he loved. I'm just so thankful that we had the chance to really tell him how much we loved him. He knew.
Here's a few more pictures that I took two weeks ago! I really loved his orange polka dot !!! It was funny... whereever he had white fur, his skin was very sensitive. But, where it was red tabby, like on the polka dot, he loved to be petted! He's my shiutsa dootsa! He loved to be called that!
All of my animals are rescues. Shiutsa came into our life as a kitten when some neighbors brought him home to young. He was left outside as a tiny kitten and climbed over a six foot fence to our yard... the first of thusands of visits. Then, six years later when they neighbors moved, they took him. We offered to keep him because we loved him... and they said. You can keep him if he comes home. Well, it took him three days... AND he crossed a 55 mph highway to come home.
Lysander and Oscar were refugees of other old neighbors who should never had had cats and lived to old age. Black cat was dropped into our neighborhood as a juvenile cat... and starved for about six months until we all realized that he was starving. It took about a year to tame him to be petted. We lost him about two years ago to a tumor in his throat.
My Sammy (Samantha) is my last animal now... she's the one who has twice been to the vet with grass stuck in her throat... so she's basically an inside cat now which is good. I think we're going to try to rescue a dog (that loves cats, of course) next.
Jill
Janie
For me it helped so much to do just that - remember the great things about them (I even dedicated a page in my journal just to Cali), I wrote down all her quirks, nicknames etc. Helped me through the sadness somehow....
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