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Scully is dead

I wrote an email to my friends and family so I'm just going to paste it here.

Hello everyone,

Most of you know that in the past few days I've been having lots of problems with my cat, Scully. She was obviously very sick and the vet diagnosed her with something called Fatty Liver. Today on June 9th, she took a steep turn for the worse. I probably should have called it earlier but it has been hard for me to tell, as I've spent pretty much every moment around her the whole time I've had her, but tonight around midnight I realized she was in so much pain and so upset about herself and she couldn't even lift her head anymore. So we took her to the emergency vet, and they pointed out that most likely, the underlying cause was Lymphoma, and they couldn't even take her blood pressure it was so low. I've always been about the quality of life and her comfort. House cats aren't meant to be fighters, you know? And Scully had always been picky as all hell.

So we had her put to sleep - or rather, killed, because I think it's important to call things what they actually are - at about 1am this morning on June 10th. It was very fast and she was making noise up until the last moment, probably because dammit, she wanted to.

All of you have been involved with Scully in one way or another and I would just like to tell you all thank you, for putting up with my regular complaining about Scully, and for giving her some love once in a while. I really have appreciated it personally. I can't speak for Scully but she was a bit of a preener when she had visitors so she probably would have agreed with me, to the extent that she ever agreed with me about anything.

Mom & Dad - Thanks for raising me to finally make the right decision for Scully okay?

While it is unfortunate that she was so unhappy her last few days, I have to be glad about how quickly she died. She had a damn good life for a few years and never put up with anything less.

Thanks,
~Sarah


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mizufae
Jun. 11th, 2011 06:32 am (UTC)
It was a lot more emotional than I expected it would be for me - I'm very matter of fact about death and have long realized that my cat wasn't going to be the type to struggle on forever and ever. So I knew I would cry and stuff, but after I got home was when I *really* cried. I rolled around on my bathroom floor and sobbed and hacked and all that good stuff for like twenty minutes. And then the rest of the night I just spent in bed and sometimes I would cry a bit, but it was all good, obviously cathartic crying. I finally went to sleep after dawn and when I woke up today I felt pretty much resolved about everything.

I couldn't scroll up to look at Scully's picture last night when I made this post, but now I can just fine.

The thing of it is, is that I don't like to think about how sad and in pain she was these past few days. But yesterday it was my ENTIRE WORLD, how bad off she was. Now today I can remember the rest of her life with me and recall all the weirdass amusing or adorable or annoying things about her. So it's much much better.