R.I.P. Ty the Kitten
Not-Mom here. It is with more sadness than I know how to express that I report the death tonight of Tyrus, aka Ty the Kitten.
Ty had gotten much sicker since her last post to this blog, having lost between and third and a half of her weight. Tink lost weight, too, and neither was eating even when force-fed and both were vomiting. By yesterday, they were starting to become listless.
This morning Ty was still not eating, and couldn't hold down even water, vomiting it up violently. She was pale and her little paw pads felt cold to me. When she tried to nestle against me (her favorite thing) she couldn't get comfortable, was clearly in pain. I guess I knew then that she wasn't going to make it, but I spent the day hoping and praying otherwise. I am grateful to all the good friends near and far who did the same.
Her vet did what he could for her, giving her fluids, first subcutaneously and then, when it was apparent that was not helping, intravenously. Around 5 p.m., I received a call that she was on oxygen, laboring to breathe, in pain, and failing fast. I rushed to her side. I held her and stroked her; I could tell she knew I was there, even though I could feel her failing under my very hand. We decided to draw blood, not because we thought there was any hope of helping her, but with an eye toward knowing what was wrong so perhaps Tink could benefit. Initially I was asked to wait elsewhere while they drew the blood, but I asked to stay; I knew there was a good chance she wouldn't survive even that--I wasn't even sure she would last long enough for them to try.
And indeed, both nurse and doctor had difficulty getting blood, as her pressure was low and getting lower. They were kind enough to let me keep a hand on her, stroking and calming and talking to her, throughout. Finally, it was clear there was no pressure. A listen to her chest confirmed what I had actually seen in her eyes moments earlier: she was gone.
It's so strange to think that a tiny one-pound creature who was only with me for five weeks could have made such an impression, and won my heart so completely. (And I know in the face of disaster, privation, poverty, and hunger in the world mourning a kitten seems banal, but the pain of loss, like politics, is all local.) But Ty had such a vibrant, forceful (and yes, tyrannic) personality--which you've perhaps gotten a glimpse of in her blog--that it would have been impossible not to love her. She won many friends on her adventures, from the time she was a little kitten in the big city to meeting Adele (whose kindness in Ty's last hours meant much to me) and her daddy to her play at home; I guess she did a lot for a seven-week-old kitten. My heart is indeed broken by her loss.
Tink is home with me tonight. We don't know yet whether she's going to make it, but she is happy to be home, if lonely and baffled by her sister's absence. Prayers for her are still welcomed and appreciated. Anyone who'd like updates about her should contact me directly. There will be no more posts to Ty the Kitten's blog now that her charming yet demanding meow is silent.
Rest in peace, my tiny tigress. I will always love you.
Ty had gotten much sicker since her last post to this blog, having lost between and third and a half of her weight. Tink lost weight, too, and neither was eating even when force-fed and both were vomiting. By yesterday, they were starting to become listless.
This morning Ty was still not eating, and couldn't hold down even water, vomiting it up violently. She was pale and her little paw pads felt cold to me. When she tried to nestle against me (her favorite thing) she couldn't get comfortable, was clearly in pain. I guess I knew then that she wasn't going to make it, but I spent the day hoping and praying otherwise. I am grateful to all the good friends near and far who did the same.
Her vet did what he could for her, giving her fluids, first subcutaneously and then, when it was apparent that was not helping, intravenously. Around 5 p.m., I received a call that she was on oxygen, laboring to breathe, in pain, and failing fast. I rushed to her side. I held her and stroked her; I could tell she knew I was there, even though I could feel her failing under my very hand. We decided to draw blood, not because we thought there was any hope of helping her, but with an eye toward knowing what was wrong so perhaps Tink could benefit. Initially I was asked to wait elsewhere while they drew the blood, but I asked to stay; I knew there was a good chance she wouldn't survive even that--I wasn't even sure she would last long enough for them to try.
And indeed, both nurse and doctor had difficulty getting blood, as her pressure was low and getting lower. They were kind enough to let me keep a hand on her, stroking and calming and talking to her, throughout. Finally, it was clear there was no pressure. A listen to her chest confirmed what I had actually seen in her eyes moments earlier: she was gone.
It's so strange to think that a tiny one-pound creature who was only with me for five weeks could have made such an impression, and won my heart so completely. (And I know in the face of disaster, privation, poverty, and hunger in the world mourning a kitten seems banal, but the pain of loss, like politics, is all local.) But Ty had such a vibrant, forceful (and yes, tyrannic) personality--which you've perhaps gotten a glimpse of in her blog--that it would have been impossible not to love her. She won many friends on her adventures, from the time she was a little kitten in the big city to meeting Adele (whose kindness in Ty's last hours meant much to me) and her daddy to her play at home; I guess she did a lot for a seven-week-old kitten. My heart is indeed broken by her loss.
Tink is home with me tonight. We don't know yet whether she's going to make it, but she is happy to be home, if lonely and baffled by her sister's absence. Prayers for her are still welcomed and appreciated. Anyone who'd like updates about her should contact me directly. There will be no more posts to Ty the Kitten's blog now that her charming yet demanding meow is silent.
Rest in peace, my tiny tigress. I will always love you.
6 Comments:
Sorry Becky.
--a.
We are all so sorry for your loss.
:(
I told you how I felt about Ty and am saying the same about Tink. There is a moment of relief when you know that the pain is gone and cannot return ... until you know -- fully -- that you will never have that physical presence again in this life. That is what breaks off a piece of your heart, Much, much love, Leslie
it is with tears in my eyes that i write this. from a fellow cat lover, i validate your sorrow and your pain, and i feel it too.
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