Today, between 4:00 - 4:17pm, Cookie the crooked-tail tabby suffered what looks like congestive heart failure and passed away while on the road looking for a pet clinic. Unfortunately, today is Labor Day, nothing is open.
First, he called out loud, louder than usual. Dad brought him out to the floor and lay him on the carpet, he struggled for a few minutes after collapsing, with fits and starts-like seizures. I just bundled him up in a towel headed for the lift, he'd seize up a few times on the ride down to the parking, his fur all fluffed. Mum drove, I massaged Cookie's chest often in hopes of something happening.
After finding all businesses closed, I had to call it as he stopped responding in the car, drooling saliva and his nose was leaking blood-stained mucus.
He now rests in a cat carrier he shared with Kitty, who passed a few years earlier.
My sister will advise me on his final preparations and creamtion, which will be done tomorrow. Hopefully I have enough for the services.
My little fluffball will be missed. In his final years, he wasn't harrassed by the old cat and got the whole house to himself, he's led a charmed and comfy life.
For now, I mourn quietly. I've had my little moment of sadness, but work doesn't finish itself.
My only regret is I didn't feed him his fave can of cat food. Today is Tuesday, when he usually has one for dinner and laps it up with great gusto. afterwards he'd sit on my bed and accompany me while I work. It was our little thing.
(final edit, sorry for all the pings, it's sudden and a lot process. Cookie literally died in my arms. Tomorrow is the cremation service at 9:30am)
(I don't know if I want to stream this week. I just want to work, be alone for a while, grieve.)
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2018-05-02 03:32:07 +0000 UTCCloplestia
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