This is something that happened four years ago, but I'd like to share it.
Jade had been the cat I grew up with, it was very much a hate-love relationship, and I'll admit I was pretty cruel to him sometimes. Knowing how awful I was to him made losing him even harder. I was only thirteen when we put him to sleep.
Funny, typing this is bringing on some tears. I didn't think it would. It's amazing how even after four years it still makes me cry.
Anyways, Jade crossed the Rainbow Bridge January 17th, 2011. We helped him to do so, though I think he would have on his own very soon.
All seemed well leading up to what seemed like his incredibly sudden decline, but I think I noticed something before. I noticed that he had lost weight, and brought it up to my mom, but we both disregarded it. He had to have been eleven, and we assumed old age, I guess. Even with the weight loss, which was most definitely a sign of what caused his death, it was pretty sudden.
I came home from my dad's on Sunday, and he seemed fine. I picked him up, he leapt from my arms like a perfectly fine kitty. The next day we certainly realized that he was far from okay. I didn't go to school that day, it was too cold to walk, and I'm glad I stayed home. Later in the morning, Jade appeared near the computer where my mom was, laying on a pile of dirty laundry waiting to be washed. I remember my mother making a joke because he was just laying there, she said to him, "You dead Jade?" and laughed a little.
God, I wish she hadn't of made that joke, because honestly, he was pretty close to it.
He was scrawny, he was weak. He wouldn't move at all.. and to think he seemed fine just the evening before. He had bile on his chin, which led us to search the house and find multiple puddles of it. It wasn't normal, it was stomach acid, bright green-yellow stuff.
We had my dad come and take us to the vet later that afternoon, I held him in the car, wrapped in a sheet, on our way there. I told him everything was going to be okay.
I went with my dad to his place after dropping my mom and Jade off, to wait. Seeing my mother standing outside the building on her own, crying, upon picking her up.. it was clear what had to happen. I cried for a long time in the shower that night, and many night after that. I cried to and from school, singing lyrics from a sad song to myself. Thankfully, I had a four month old Nugget to comfort me.
It turns out, Jade had a tumor in his abdomen. And the poor guy was only half the man he thought he was, he only had 'one nut' as my mom put it, at least there was something to giggle about through the tears.
I hope you are resting in peace, Jade, and know I loved you no matter what. I still do, I'll forever miss you.
Last edited by marie73; 02-03-2015 at 11:12 PM.