I’m crying my eyes out. Lucy died not more than ten minutes ago, put to rest by a very sympathetic vet, called out at to see to our sickly cat. It turned out that she had been poisoned, most probably by accident, and as she was in extreme pain and with only a 10%-20% of surviving, we, (
As I wrote a few days ago, Lucy had come back to visit us after Tan and
We looked at her paw, gave her plenty of fish to eat and milk to drink and she seemed fine although the paw was still giving trouble a few days later. Whilst cuddling her, I also discovered a lump on her breast. That was it. J took her down to the vets and she was given an anti-inflammatory injection to ward off any infection and was scheduled for an operation to remove the lump.
And then yesterday she didn’t eat anything. Overnight she slept on the bed and stayed there all morning. At lunch time today I tried to tempt her with some tuna but although she tried, she just couldn’t eat anything.
At about she started to get listless and floppy. She wanted her own space. No more cuddles. At she started to look for cool, dark spaces. I knew then that Lucy was dying. Her sister, Camille had sought the cave in which to die sitting on her haunches and Lucy’s posture was exactly the same as Camille’s position when found.
We tried to leave her to rest but both
At about I told
When the decision was taken to end poor Lucy’s life, I could not bear to watch. I returned after about 5 minutes following an anaesthetising injection and she was still breathing. I could not bear to watch the final stage and as I wandered down the hall in floods of tears, I heard poor Lucy cry out. It was her final sounds.