2000-2015
It's been a journey. Kit came to live with us on October 10, 2000. He was a stray, but well mannered. We don't know exactly what his life was like for those first four or five months, but the last fifteen years have been awesome.
On August 10, I took him to the vet to have a small bump on his chest looked at. Our wonderful vet was concerned, so she did a needle aspiration and came back to tell me the cells looked suspicious and she was sending them to the lab for analysis. Kit and I went home to wait out the weekend. On Monday, she called to tell me the lump was a cancer tumor. On Tuesday we were back at the vet for a chest x-ray and blood work. If the cancer was localized to the tumor, we could do surgery and remove it. Luck was not our ally that day.
Kit's lungs should have been a solid, black mass on the radiograph. Instead, they appeared grey and fluffy. Kit was terminal, so we came home to enjoy the end of our last summer together. Prednesone was prescribed to aid with lung function and we went on with our lives.
I was determined to make the best of the time we had. Days were spent indulging him in his favorite foods until he was no longer interested in eating. Daily walks in the yard as I watered the garden, until it was too tiring to walk down the stairs. One last camping trip over Labor Day weekend. Lots of lounging in the sun on the deck.
This went on for almost three months. On Wednesday I came home from work. He had nibbled at his breakfast, but hadn't moved from the spot I left him in that morning. I took care of some chores and he dragged himself into the kitchen before easing down onto the floor, exhausted and breathing heavily. The look he gave me said simply, "It's time". So I bundled him into his crate, made a couple calls and made one last trip to the vet.
Saying goodbye isn't easy. Our vet office is staffed with wonderful people. We were escorted to the "grief room". I don't know what else to call it, but we were given privacy and time to reminisce and love on my most amazing cat. Time to rub his ears and listen to him purr. Kit's actual passing was very quick once the drugs were administered. He was gone just before 7 pm.
And I cried buckets.
