When Your cat dies how do you say Goodbye.

Today our beloved cat Prince died. I had a premonition two days ago about it. The word Death came up in my mind. Why I thought. I pushed it away but unfortunately I am never wrong about these things. I have always been sensitive and intuitive.

Prince was diagnosed this year with diabetes yet he didn’t die from diabetes. He died from a brain seizure. I did not know he had the seizure last night. I found him with a wet collar, his fur totally soaked and sitting on the floor unable to walk and so I thought his blood sugar was low. I called the vet and asked what to do. I took a sample of his blood and found it was low so I quickly administered honey on his gums to bring it back up and tried to feed him. After four samples his sugar got back up to a normal level. I went to sleep thinking everything was ok.

From experience it’s taught me when you think everything is ok it’s usually not. I know this from years of breeding. Usually everything looks good and then it’s not. Cats go downhill quickly. This morning I found him unable to walk, head shaking, tongue out of the mouth and Prince completely disoriented. Luckily he knew who I was still.

I carried him to our bed and kissed him on the face and stroked his head. Even in his pain he still reached out to lick my face to tell me he loved me. I knew right then he was dying. There would be nothing to do. I went outside avoiding the fact I would have to wake up my husband to tell him this. Luckily he was already up. I gave him the news and broke down.

At the vet they told us it was brain seizures and nothing to do with his blood sugar. They gave us the option of doing exploritory tests and keeping him overnite in intensive care but really, what would that do? Everything including the shot they gave him to stop the seizure was just a band aid at this point. I knew the answer. I had to let my husband process this information as he is slower than me to take it in. The vet left the room and we processed.

We sat there with Prince sedated and said our goodbyes. He was wrapped in a pink blanket. We put our heads close to him and told him what a good boy he is and how much we have loved him and what a good place he was going to, how much we loved having hi near up. We spoke together about how funny and cute he is, how we are so glad he had just started feeling better since we had brought him to the dentist and then how much we would dearly miss him. How much of a fighter he was and how happy he was in his life, never asking anything from life but always loving each day and always being by our sides. We shared happy memories. We cried tears. When it was time I found a candle in one of the cabinets and turned it on and put it next to him, wrote a note and placed it on his pink blanket for the staff to find it so they would know ow much we loved him and to please take care of our beautiful boy. I cut a little fur from his tail where the silver meets black so I would always carry a piece of him with me. We signed the papers for cremation and slowly left. It was grey outside. It was raining. We drove home in silence.

Prince started life in turmoil. From a breeder who didn’t care about the kittens she made and many had diseases, we didn’t know this. We fought for every inch of his life. every sickness he suffered. We celebrated the any years he had healthy and changed his named from Varikai to Prince as he was getting well as a kitten. It took me 5 months to heal him. I think he never forgot this.

Prince was a lover. He loved Lucille one of our girls. I think that was his true love. I could see after Lucille went to live with my friend that Prince was heartbroken, I had broken his heart. He also loved Opia, but she died. So then I put him with Eir. They never were in love but they became close. Prince was the type of cat that expressed his love and needed another cat and us around to express his love.

He would lay near me and groom me until my hair was wet and I couldnt take it. Sometimes if he got annoyed he would do a slow bite on our wrists. He would test the wrist softly and then CHOMP, big bite. It was annoying but I grew to know this as a love bite. Two days before he died he layed with me on our bed on my stomach and looked deep into my eyes. I told him how much I loved him.

You know I do not have an regrets. I know he lived his best life. He gave us the best of him and we loved him the best of us. He was a true Prince.