Monday, April 25, 2016
Goodbye, my beautiful girl.
My family has a hole right now.
I always knew Bubbles was going to die someday, but it felt like this crept up so suddenly. She's been struggling with her breathing for several days now.
Caitlin and I took her to an emergency animal hospital yesterday afternoon where they ran x-rays that showed fluid around her lungs, about 7 ounces of fluid crushing her tiny little lungs. We had them take the fluid out and the doctor was very realistic and compassionate. It was congestive heart failure instead of the cancer she had suspected (she tested the fluid).
The fluid would have filled up around her lungs again within a couple of days at the most and we just couldn't let her suffer. I can't imagine suffocating to death with her little lungs wheezing to catch a breath. So we gave her hugs, told her we loved her and that we would see her again, and let them put her to sleep. She was at least 16-years-old, likely somewhere between 16 and 17, a ripe old age for a cat.
But it doesn't make losing her any easier. She was an integral part of our family unit and my dad said last night that "he felt a presence missing" from our house. And he's right.
We're in talks about getting new cats. Caitlin wants to wait on getting a cat for her until she has her own place. But I'm considering getting siblings for me. Whenever we've lost a pet in the past, the best way to help heal is to have another pet.
I expect to see her around corners and think I hear her coming up the stairs. I look at her favorite corner of my room where she used to curl up and she's not there. My poor, sweet baby. How I miss her.