My old granny of a cat died this morning =/
Wasn’t she cute?
It was sad… but really not that sad somehow. I think it still hasn’t quite sunk in. I drove up from San Jose at 8:30 this morning to take her to the veterinarian with my mom, but she didn’t even make it to the vet’s office. I wrapped her in a towel and set her down in my lap, and get this,
SHE PEED ON ME!!
She was moving around a little trying to get comfortable and she just let it loose. Very gross… but somehow also kind of funny in hind sight. It’s better to laugh than to cry, right?
So we got her another towel and finally set off for the vet’s office, minus any more accidents. Tic Tac was really calm when my mom parked in front of the door–I figured she was quieting down and getting used to the car. I carried her in like an old dowager queen on a silver platter and set her back down in my lap as I took a seat. I looked down at her to see how she was doing and scratch her head… but she wasn’t moving anymore.
That morning she was having a lot of trouble breathing and kept her mouth open to pant, but it didn’t move anymore. I’ll spare you the details, but I still can’t get the sight out of my mind. My old kitty died in my lap. I’m a little scared that maybe I wasn’t careful enough with her, she was so light and frail, just skin and bones really.
She had a good, long life though and I guess it was just time to go.
R.I.P. Tic Tac. You were a wonderful kitty; headstrong and independent, just like me. I loved cuddling with you while I fell asleep at night, playing with you and trying to do homework while you played with my pens and books. I hope you weren’t too scared in the car, and I’m sorry if I wasn’t gentle enough with you.