Going to lose her tonight

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Took 17ish year old to vets yesterday morning after suddenly taking ill on Saturday. Stopped eating and very lethargic. Vet said needed to go in for bloods. I've come away for a few days, single parent, and much promised trip to seaside for my boy who just started school. So stuck in caravan taking devastating calls from vet, she has declined they think pancreatic tumour, she may have to PTS tonight. My mum will go to vets if that's the case.

Sorry for illiterate rambling my mind is all over the place. I want to be there. She is daisy who looked after me through horrendous marriage break up to the chutney thief. In 7 years she has never been ill, no trouble, no problems.

I'm so sorry . Cats are masters in hiding pain and illness. She has been well loved and cared for by you and you have so many lovely memories.

We are going home today, want to get home and give her brother george a big hug and take it all in. Will be desperately hard walking in without her there, george always rushes to greet, daisy would remain on the bed and be like 'well YOU can bugger off' and i bloody loved that about her.

Mum said it was peaceful.

She had the softest white neck fur and i used to bury my head in it and nuzzle her, it was therapy! She would purr and remain still while i got my fix. Her fur was beautiful and showed no sign of her age.

Her brother has recently had a dental and is doing really well. I'm so worried how he'll cope, he is the needier of the two. They used to sleep together downstairs, they'll be none of that now, george needs a warm comforting lump so it'll be my bed from now on

Aw Lou I'm so sorry. Proper tears here from a non cat person, I can only imagine how you feel.

You gave her a great life and you were brave enough to let her go when she needed to. She was a lucky cat.

I'm sorry lass

You will be glad to have him on your bed. It was peaceful for my 19 year old girl too. It was like she's had enough.
So sorry.

So sorry Tricky

So sorry. RIP beautiful puss What a lucky cat to have been so loved for so long.

So sorry Tricky. Daisy sounds like she was a real character and she was very lucky to have had an owner / slave who loved her so much. I still can't believe I'll never see my old cat again but we were both lucky to have had wonderful cats for as long as we did.

So very sorry x

PurranormalCativity that's lovely. I'm really missing my old boy who was PTS a few months ago. They mean so much

RIP Daisy

Your post has me in tears. Have sold my house and as we near moving out date I am panicking at leaving my 24 and 22 year old cats in their final resting spots on the sunny side of our garden. Not together mind you, separated by at least 3 feet, as was their habit in life. Near, but never too near. It is ridiculous how being owned by cats affects our lives. So sorry, Tricky so sad for your loss.

Snuggle with George. I shall go home and snuggle my Daisy today.

I find it surprising that although cats are almost silent (except when wanting feeding) when you lose one the house gets even quieter.
Their 'presence' is gone.
I feel for your loss.

I am really sorry.💐.

I'm sorry

Thank you for everyone's lovely words. We're back home, George hasn't left my side since we got back and I have managed to have several good cries. Two cat bowls, two litter trays, two cat beds,....

I still feel in shock. Sunday she took ill, Monday she went in for bloods,... and now I've lost her. If I'd have known on Monday how seriously ill she was I would never have gone away. I feel I let her down so much by not being there.

They came from the cats protection when they were 10ish. They'd been there 8 months and were desperate for a home but because of their age, their colour (black and white) and the fact they had to be rehomed together, well it was causing problems. There was also the small issue of Daisy hissing at everyone who looked in their cage, I was told she was 'grumpy'.

She wasn't grumpy at all. She was depressed. They'd lived with an old man who had been taken suddenly ill and by all accounts (and their size) they had been spoilt rotten. Daisy was desperately uphappy and scared and fed up, she was not a grumpy nasty cat. I was told when they came home not to expect to see her for a few days as she would most likely hide away.

Did she heck? She came out the basket straight away at the small of warmed wet food. (Her brother on the other hand DID spend the best part of a week hiding). After eating her dinner she did a smelly poo in the litter tray. I liked her confidence and immediately liked her.

And thus my Daisy training began. She could be aloof, stubborn, grumpy even, but god I envied her confidence! She was beautiful and calm, reliable in her habits and ways, and when she graced you with her company she was delightful. She was MY companion and I loved that about her. She sussed pretty quickly everyone else was redundant, it was me who was important, and I loved that self sufficiency. She has none of the neediness and people pleasing habits of her lovely gorgeous brother (who I think read the 'How to be a dog' book instead of the cat version).

She tolerated 'the baby', and as Adam got older (he's 4.5) I think she began to like him even,..... she would sit and let him stroke her as he told her she was beautiful. She would let me bury her head in her coat and tell her she was my favourite Daisy dumpling - I think she understood I needed that from her and she was happy to give it. I think she loved me actually, and to be 'chosen' felt immensely special.s For the past 7 years she has been my night time companion, she has put up with dodgy TV habits (I always joked with her that it was X Factor time as I'm sure her looks indicated I should be watching more BBC4!). She would sit on the back of the sofa night after night when the house had quietened down. The only night she didn't join me was Sunday, so I knew then she was poorly.

As mentioned there was also the hugely significant factor that she detested my then STBXH. I almost have visions of her helping him pack his bags on that horrible day and thinking 'Thank fuck for that'.

I love my gentle, furry, patient, kind and knowing Daisy.

She sounds like one in a million. I bet she dusted her little paws off once she had dispatched the STBXH!
You didn't let her down. You got her the treatment and care she needed. She was in the right place. You also did the hardest thing imaginable. The last and greatest (and bloody hardest) thing of all. You let her go. When you desperately wanted to make her better or wait until you could get there you put HER first.
You are an awesome cat slave (despite your somewhat dubious TV choices! )

And I've just had an electronic report for my little boy from his first few weeks in reception.

'We discussed what makes us happy and Adam said his 2 cats'.

Oh
My eldest walked around for a while holding a soft toy that looked like the boycat we lost. He also wanted pics of him up in his room. It's tough.

And stupid thought. Let the teacher know. Just in case he's upset.

DGS brought one of his softest stuffed toys - his Elllie the Elephant - to our Daisy, when our old cat had to be PTS. He didn't want her to be lonely. That made me cry big slobbery tears.

So, so sad, but what beautiful memories you have of her

She sound like she had an amazing life with you, as for ex-p it's often said cats are a better judge of character then us

Your poor lad, we got DD the book "Goodbye Mog" after losing old boy, she had just turned 4. Although there was tears including mine I think it helped her.

You write about Daisy beautifully.

So sorry for your loss - It sounds like Daisy was a lovely cat and your description of her is a fitting tribute.

Everyone loves their pets but it seems Daisy was particularly special as she saw you through a difficult time with your marriage breaking up and she has almost been like a sibling to your DS.

You could give him a framed photo of Daisy for his bedroom or make a photobook for him to look at when he misses her. Let him know it is OK to be sad and to talk about her.

Thank you everyone for your kind words. I've found today really hard - the empty spaces, the empty bowl, the empty bedroom where she always slept in the daytime. I have missed her intensely and have waves of grief where I can't stop crying. Just done my online shop and it came up with a message about 'Have you forgot' and of course it suggested Sheba Tuna and Prawn tins. I'm so used to spending a lot on cat food and thinking about what she would like (they never bloody liked the same stuff, oh no!), that even that will take some adjusting to.

My little boy keeps miaowing and says he will be Daisy for me to cheer me up. We have been looking at pictures of her tonight, and I'm going to make a remembrance book of her. I did this for my last cat and still look at it and smile.

George is clinging to me like a limpet as well. I went out this morning and bought a roast chicken as I thought we could all do with the comfort (I did buy it for me, honest,....... ). He keeps going to the back door and looking out, I can tell he's wondering where she is. They've been by each other's side all the time so I need to give him as much reassurance as I can. He's usually a really soppy daft cat and I don't want him to get too depressed.

Thank you again. Attached a picture, Daisy's on the left.

I am so sorry Lou.

I also have had two of those you put the wod to right with and who are with you in the evening and make you feel so loved after a divorce that you don’t care about anyone else till you are better.

Sounds like you two were a perfect match an that she had a great life.