
Tookie was in our lives for almost seventeen years. We adopted her when she was a kitten. I was seven years old. Now at 24 years old, her death seemed to happen so fast.
She was never sick. Always an indoor cat, we joked that she had her own apartment away from us fools. She lived in my mom's bedroom most of the time. We played with her, brought her out into the living room, scratched and pet with her. She was (is) one of our own family members.
And, then February 18th, 2014 - she just became extremely lethargic. She had no appetite. There had been no signs of something being wrong with her. She sat in the living room on her favorite chair watching everyone else and watching television. My sister and I were away at our college campus (about a two hour drive from our house) and on our way home my mom told us that something was wrong. She had tried to cut Tookie's nails and she didn't put up a fight as she normally did. Her breathing was shallow, and she was just resting on her favorite chair in the living room.
The next day we took her to the vet and they diagnosed her with nothing abnormally wrong. Her liver count was off a little but nothing too alarming. They said that she had the healthiest kidneys of any cat they've ever taken care of. We took her home with some medicine, aiding her with food and such....She'd look up at my mom with such love and gratitude when my mom held her, gave her food and water, and medicine...She'd get extremely better, then worse, then better, then worse.
Then we took her to the vet again on March 10th, when everything just seemed to be too much. Tookie just wasn't getting better. Now, the vets said that she had bone marrow cancer and any little thing could make her pass away. It was the most quiet drive home we could make...and the next few days at home. It was like if we could silence the world, she would be alive forever.
Then, Thursday March 13th, in the afternoon, she was laying in her favorite bed. We placed her to look outside the window on my mom's bed - her favorite resting place. After we kissed her and told her we loved her, gave her some time to rest on her own...when we came back, she had passed away.
Tomorrow, Tuesday - we're saying our final goodbyes with a funeral....and it just doesn't seem to be real. It just happened so fast. I know she is in peace. I take comfort in that, but it's the loss that usurps me every day. Just realizing that it all happened. From helping her be comfortable, giving her medicine and food, trying to make the house as quiet as possible....and then seeing her lying in her final spot in the sun....
I love you, Tookie. Rest in peace sweetheart. You'll be in our hearts forever.