I talked with the girls and they said they wanted to do something to help.
So we donated. They would give her a face wash if they could, but they understand she needs her space.
May Mama Bast welcome her home.
Shit. It's the right thing, but it still sucks.
Dr. Littlejohn at O'Neal Animal Hospital sometimes does house calls, and he's just around the corner from you.
Bless you and your household. Your open hearts make the world a better place. Thanks for sharing Momcat's journey with us.
She's so beautiful.
And you know, that in her grumpy old lady way, she's grateful every day to you for the warmth, food, and love that you give her... whether she seems to want it or not.
I'm sorry it's come to that. At least you've made her time that bit easier, and happier, and warmer.
I had my feline life mate put to sleep -at home- on christmass eve eve.
We burried him in a place of high honor, between the compost piles (aged 20 an 30 years) at my mothers home on christmass eve.
Having a last day to spoil him, feed him peanut butter, cuddle with him, feed him peanut butter, and hold hom peacefully while the technician made the injection was the second best thing i ever did.
(The first best was giving birth to my son -at home-.)
Travel swift momcat, and we will meet you on the other side of the rainbow bridge one day...
PS, drop me a p.m. if citykitties cant locate a tech to come to your home. Ive the number for the woman who did ours in my cell upstairs next to the sleeping child.
Beautiful, sad post - thanks.
She's had the best life a feral cat could ask for- a warm home, food every day and someone to tell her her fight is over, that she's done enough and it's ok.
auer momcat i appreciated your hatey tortoise shell ways through photograph
now i will add a photo of a gato i knew who momcat might see around you know in the catafterlife or something
You gave her four more years than she may have known otherwise, and more comfort than she surely ever would have known on the streets. In spite of her grumpy disposition, some part of her was much better for her life with humans. That alone is something to celebrate.
Hugs, love and a small donation from me and my two furballs.
I am in tears as I read this. Momcat is greatly loved, greatly valued, and that is more than many cats will ever experience. I am sorry it's come to this, but I understand, completely.
Godspeed, Momcat. Say hello to the Oh-Meow when you cross over.
This post is so heartbreaking. I know how it feels to make that difficult, difficult decision.
My heart goes out to you and Trillian. To make this positive, you have encouraged me to feel more excited about my newly planned trip home to my kitties. There is a family of 8 now and I can't wait to meet the new additions.
Oh, Kyle. We love them, don't we? I know how hard it is. I've lost many a furry child. Hugs to both you and Trillian. I've never met you, but you have my sympathy.
I donated what was left in my paypal account. It wasn't much, but I hope it helps. <3
To this longtime reader of your LJ, her ornery fuziness will be well remembered, and I am giving my three cats extra affection tonight. I know you'll do the same for yours. You're all in my prayers.
aw bless you guys have done so very much for Momcat and i'm sure she's appreciated a warm home and friendly company. Much love to you all ♥
The two of you are angels of mercy, sparing her the trauma of having to go to the vet. I did take my boy to the vet for the last time in January and I regret his panic.
Now I'm taming a feral kitty myself - what a challenge! There was a 48 hour period in the first week where I didn't see her at all. But she came to me younger than Momcat and we've gotten to the point where I can pat her and she enjoys it, as long as I don't pat her too much.
It's still sad though, although I am sure you gave this poor kitty all the love and care she needed. I hope you guys can get the vet to come.
This is heartbreaking. It's so lovely that you're going the extra mile to make sure her last hours aren't so stressful. Even though she's a grumpy old thing, I bet that deep down she loves you.
Bye bye Mz Momcat.
You're probably playing with my Théa & Kiki.
((Kyle & Trillian)) Always such a hard decision, but you are right, you can't leave her to suffer, and given her history, repeated trips to the vet or ongoing trwatment would be so traumatic for her.
As others have said, you made a big difference to her, and freed her from pain, hunger and ill-treatment over the past 4 years, and that's a huge thing to have done. And now you are doing what is right for her, even though it is hard for you.
I hope you are able to find a vet to come out so that she can go as peacefiully as possible.
She's such a beautiful girl - may her final journey be stressfree and painless. My boys (J-cat and B-cat) have sent a donation to citykitties in her name. And they send purrs to momcat's human friends.
When we moved into our apartment in Albany, it came complete with a feral cat colony by the garages. A lady from the next town over stopped by every work day during her lunch break to put out food - we took over the weekend feedings. The kindly lady took care of coordinating with the local feral cat society for trap-spay-returns, which was just as well since you have to provide your own traps and transportation, and we would have been totally clueless.
Anyway. We named one of the cats Rosemary, a pretty little black and white girl, she had a litter of three orange kittens at the time we moved in. Rosemary was wild and shy as they come, but her kittens came to develop three completely differing opinions about people as they grew up.
We slowly came to realize that Rosemary was sick and getting sicker and sicker. One day I saw her laying on the ground by where we fed the cats, and she didn't move as I walked slowly up to her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was harsh, and I reached down to touch her. She opened her eyes and found me there, struggled to her feet and fled. That was when I knew we had to get her to a vet somehow, it didn't seem like she was going to get better without help.
So with a can of cat food and a cat carrier and some thick leather gloves, I lured and trapped her, and took her to our cat's vet. They kept her quarantined as they ran some tests - I went home. They called me later to tell me she had FIV.
It's manageable with medications, they said. And care for her when she catches the illnesses she will catch. She'll keep getting sick, and sick, and sick again, there's not really any way around that, and eventually she will get something she can't recover from. Well, we couldn't give her the medications she'd need, we couldn't take care of her when she got sick - we couldn't even touch her, much less pill her. We'd only been able to catch her at all because she was so desperately ill.
So we could take her home, turn her loose with a big dose of medications to get her over what was laying her low right then, and watch it happen all over again. And again. And again. And again, until she got bad enough, weak enough, that she couldn't fight and then she'd die. Probably skinny, weak, miserable, suffering. Maybe infecting other cats too, leading them to suffer the same fate - it's not as highly contagious as some things, but it does spread.
So I called my husband and then I called the vet, and I went in to the vet to say goodbye while they injected her there on the metal table. She was so ill, I'm not sure she really even knew what was going on around her - but I petted her and petted her while she drifted away - it was very, very quick.
It was the first and last time I ever got to pet her. Maybe the only time she'd ever been petted ... I don't know.
I still don't know if I made the right choice. I hope I did. It seems like I did.
Yeah. You made the right choice. It wasn't the easy choice, but it was the right one. Don't doubt it.