I just lost one of my cats tonight. Molly was born to one of my feral cats, and she and her sister, Tabby, were at one were wild, until they came to trust us. They would never be happy as indoor only cats, but they did eventually become indoor/outdoor cats.
One week, we didn’t see molly for several days. I worried about her, and prayed that she’d return home. When she finally did, she was skin and bones, and would no longer let me pet her. I left plenty of food and water where I knew she could find it, and I talked to her every time I saw her. One morning, she was at the screen door, wanting in. She was skin and bone, but she seemed alert. The vet ruled out feline leukemia, and FIV. Her bloodwork and urine test was fine.
We brought her home, thinking that all she needed was some nurishment, and TLC, and we planned to nurse her back to health. I started feeding her kitten food, for the extra calories and nutrients, and adding a suppliment to her wet food. She didn’t eat much, but she was eating. She had started to perk up a bit, and wanted outside, so we let her on the screened porch. I was very encouraged. I knew she was still skinny, and not out of the woods yet, but she seemed to be responding. Today, she didn’t seem as perky, but she still was eating, but then tonight, she took a bad turn. I got up around 2:30am to go to the bathroom, and found that she had passed away.
Now, I can’t stop grieving. I knew she was in bad shape, and the odds were against her, but I had really hoped she’d make it. I keep thinking back on what I could have done differently to give her a better chance. I loved her so much, and I’m going to miss her. I just hope she knew. To make things worse, I’m really missing my Mom tonight. I lost her back in 2004, but I feel as if it were yesterday. I really don’t know why this has hit me so hard, and I don’t know why I’m writing about it here. I just am a mess tonight. Please keep us in your prayers. This has been a terrible blow.