We’ll be saying goodbye to Ciara tomorrow.
I had such hope. Even made the appointment for the MRI, for Saturday.
But I just gave her the night meds and she started crashing. For the first time she peed herself and then pooped. She’s so tired. She can’t even hold her head up right now. This is no life for a cat. Whatever is wrong has progressed and it’s not good.
I don’t want to prolong the inevitable. She has zero quality of life right now.
She’s gone. Shortly after I’d written the above, I checked on her. She just looked at me and cried. She tried to get up and couldn’t. She only looked at me with those eyes and cried.
Brian went in and petted her for a while and he said we’d go.
We took her down to the same place we took her that set up the MRI for Saturday. We were taken right into a room and they took her into the back, still in her half carrier, put a catheter in her leg, sedated her, then brought her back to us.
Shortly after, the vet came in and we said goodbye and Ciara was finally pain free, after so many months of hurting.
Farewell, sweet Ciara. I’ll miss you “being cute” just for me. Like you did one last time today. I can’t even imagine the effort it took for you to do that, but I thank you.
Goodbye, sweetie. We’ll miss you lots and lots.
Ciara Vista (June 10, 2006)
December 1999 - June 29, 2006
Oh, and Ciara? If you can hear me, and I think you can, give old Acidman hell for me.
Okay? Thanks, honey.
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