My Little Sweighty – Shushoo
Hi, don't know if this going to help, or how people will take it. I lost my lovely girl in August, 2010. Yes, 2010. Dec 2009, lost my Mom, May 2010, lost my Dad, job of 10+ years, then June my partner & I split up. Then came August, and my dear Shushoo... I had to let her go. My dear, sweet, orange and beautiful tabby.
She'd fought for months, starting with a marble-sized 'hole' in her stomach. Seeing the vet frequently to start, then cutting down the visits, (vet was doing all he could; she'd get so stressed with the visits, he agreed). Finally, when she'd lost her energy, and then appetite (after hand-feeding her some pricey salmon, other fish, chicken, slicing them into small bits) she finally settled on Walmart chicken breast meat from their deli. She did make a slight comeback. Still cutting into little chunks. She was with me for 15 years.
For now, I'll offer two brief perspectives/points.
ONE: We were so close we'd gotten to a morning routine, which lasted for years. Wake up, go to my living rm floor (after filling her bowl), start AM stretching. She'd take her perch atop the back of the sofa. She'd either do it without prompting, or, when I'd decided time to “bump”.
I'd say somewhat loudly, “Deee, dah, Dohhhh, quieter, “ Deee, dah, Dohhhh”, then my own soothing quieter “ Deee, dah, Dohhhhhhhhhhhhh.” She'd be there, me back flat on floor, her at my head, to begin bumping the top of her head to , honestlymine; somewhat rubbing each bump in.
She'd break away from eating while I continued stretches, taking breaks from her breakfast, for more bumping when she'd see me flat-backed.
I was lucky my best friend's wife was a vet's assistant. She came to my home when the time came – no stressful ride in their with her crying as she always did on the way to the vet. One the way back? She'd wondrously, quietly be peeking out the windows, glad to be going home.
TWO: I know it's ten years, but my parents had funerals, my partner & I moved on, current employment scenario not that good, and Shushoo is starring nightly in my dreams (which on one hand is nice). And I just realized, I've never fully, nor formally, mourned her loss. My car was just inadvertently towed and destroyed (was in a transition stage as far as residence); all Shushoo's pics were in there (hard copies, flash drives, 10-year old computer with its data).
Not apologizing for the length here. I'm a writer, this didn't take long. Tears are flowing daily, and it just dawned on me. I miss her the most; more than anyone, honestly.
Without any photos, felt compelled to offer something more than a brief mention. Something for authenticity. I've contacted my ex-wife (still in touch 20 years later) and her sister for possible photos. Got Shushoo from her sister - she was ready to put her to sleep! (she was moving to Germany). I always think, "Shushoo and I must have met a few centuries ago."
Chris, more than sad. still...