We had our gorgeous British Blue girl Poppy put to sleep 2 days ago and I feel utterly lost; I just can’t stop crying. She was 15 and was just at the heart of our family. She came to us as a tiny kitten 7 weeks old and with then 4,6 and 8 year old boys, just settled into the rough and tumble from day one. As the years went by, she became a study companion passed from bedroom to bedroom through GCSEs, A levels and university exams. She was horrifically attacked just over 2 years ago by an absolute monster of a cat locally and staggered indoors where she collapsed with shock as the other cat had bitten through her facial nerve. Her heart almost stopped and it was only that my vet DH was at home that he started CPR and got her going after a very long and unresponsive 20 mins. She recovered and lived as an indoor cat with outdoors just being our sun terrace fenced in.
She then become very unwell with initially kidney disease that was well controlled but then developed a tumour on her liver. We did all we could and followed all the signs from her, and she really was becoming very unhappy even with all the meds. DH accompanied by another lovely vet friend put her to sleep on the terrace with the birds tweeting around her and she would have heard his voice too. She’s now buried in the garden by her favourite spot by our pond. But oh I miss her so so much.