It's Over

Yami died today,

Verb I am thinking of you today and you too Jilly. We basically decided to let nature take it's course as long as he didn't appear to be in pain or major discomfort. I am a great believer in being in comfortable surroundings at the end of life.







He really hated the injections of fluids and the last time we gave him his dose he deteriorated almost immediately. It was the end of that bag and I thought about getting another and decided not to and see how things went. He continued to drink but had stopped eating by then.

He moved upstairs to the closet and then around our room to various spots. He really kept us on our toes. For a while he slept at the foot of the bed. After one accident I put a puppy pad and towel at the end of the bed for him. He stayed there for a few days then disappeared. Found him again in a new hiding place. It has been a real roller coaster.

Today when I got up to go to work he was at the top of the stairs. He had not been there for over a week. I was not certain what he wanted to do, but later it seemed like he wanted to come down the stairs. I feared he would fall so I picked him up and brought him down to the water and food dish. He was not interested and wandered away. I grabbed a towel, wrapped him up and set him on the floor vent where he used to like to sleep. I turned up the heat and he lay down and closed his eyes.

I went up to get dressed and woke up Puck. He came downstairs to say goodbye. We both thought it was the end. Yami opened an eye though and went back to sleep. I called Puck at noon and he told me that Yami had gotten up and moved to our library. I couldn't believe it.

When I got home though Puck told me Yami had died around 1:00 and that he had buried him in the back yard about 3 feet from where he had been born. We walked out and said goodbye.

I will miss that goofy looking lover of a cat. I sure wish he could have lived with us many more years. Bella is acting weird and meowing in a strange way. She obviously is aware that something is wrong. They never did get along too well, but I think he was her pesky little brother.

I still have to tell Maddie. I will never forget the hours she spend luring that scared little feral kitten to her lap, patiently holding scraps of chicken out to him while he dashed, gobbled and ran away until she finally won him over. This will be hard for her being far from home.

Thanks for being a part of our lives little Yami