I think my cat is dying. My dear Diva pet of 12 years seems to be deteriorating. I picked her up at the humane society and as she was almost 4 years old, her days were numbered. People do not want an older CAT. They want a young, bouncy KITTEN.
Not so much for me. I wanted a pet and as cats are less maintenance than dogs (although I love both) when I am away, Miss Diva Devine would be going to board at a very fine cattery. Plus I did not want a cute, energetic and very hyper kitten to be destroying everything in my house when I am home. My house is not exactly pet or kid frie
When I went into her room at the humane society and saw my Diva she completely ignored and I thought… “That, is my cat.”
Gourmet food, Cattery Spa boarding and Swarovski collars later, my friends told me not only did she hit the jackpot when I adopted her but could I also adopt them??
She is my confidante. I tell her everything. Blank stares as I describe work, friends, travel, food, stresses and frustrations. She is a good listener. Then I have a few too many single malts and play air guitar with her to Boston or Journey.
The past few weeks I have noticed differences….she stands in the middle of the floor staring at…nothing. She normally has a good 20 hour nap throughout the day with loud snoring but when I check on her, she is staring into space, eyes open into nothingness.
Is it time? Is it her time? She does not cry or limp and still eats albeit not as much. She seems to not want to use her box and in the process has left me a few hard nuggets on the floor…I carry her to her box and she might use it, otherwise she races up the stairs, not ready. She is not crippled which makes me think ever so slightly it might be another cat strategy to get me to carry her downstairs rather than having to do it herself.
Hmmmm…she is a cat. It is possible. You know the adage…”Dogs have Masters and Cats have Staff.”
On the farm it would never get this far. She will not suffer I assure her and myself of that. No matter what it is it still makes me sad. She is not the same Diva I adopted all those years ago. And in cat years she is close to 80 therefore not like she is is a kitten stripped of all the adventures she has had – roaming outside in the country, chasing birds, mice and rabbits and defending her territory in the spring and fall when the occasional tiny rodent finds its way into the house…they are obliterated in due course; after adequate, torturous, play time of course.
The coming days will tell the story. Stay tuned for Diva news.