Our Molly died a few weeks ago. I miss her greatly. She adopted us (actually, no, the girls invited her into our home despite my insistence that we could most certainly NOT keep another cat) about 13 years ago. The vet estimated that she was about two years old at her first visit. Molly was the most affectionate cat I’ve ever lived with. My belief was always that she was grateful to have a home and people who cared about her, and so, she spent a lot of time on my lap, on my desk, and on my bed. Maybe she was just wanting to be near the person who usually fed her.
|Sweet Molly MooMoo|
Molly got sick and the vet was not sure which condition (heart or kidney) was the worst. Long story short, she just got too sick to live. Erin was home when she died…I am grateful. Molly was an outdoor/indoor cat and she conveyed clearly that she wanted to be outdoors. On her last full day of life, Erin and I sat outside with her to love on her and to keep her from wandering off into the woods to die. She mostly laid still (slept?) in the grass as we watched and tended to her. She refused to drink. We brought her inside that night because it seemed too cold for her, even on the porch. The next morning, Erin got up to check on her and was with her when she took her last breath.
No euthanasia for Miss Molly because she did not seem to be suffering and she always stressed out terribly anytime we took her to the vet. I would have taken her if she showed signs of suffering. After she died, we washed her, brushed her, and laid her in a box for burial. Emily came home and we had a proper kitty funeral. Miss Molly joins our other beloved pets in the family pet cemetery.
|Miss Molly Beans|
For the first time in 40 years (perhaps more), there is no cat in my life. It is odd. Someday, I can imagine going to the pound or an animal rescue to get another, or perhaps another stray will turn up. For now, we will take time to grieve our Molly.