trying to tell us something: That she did not have much time left and why were we wasting it sleeping? I started my new job on Dec. 1st and came home to a dying kitty. She was running around like normal the day before. We put her down December 2nd. I think it was the hardest thing DH ever did. He had never put a pet down before and she was his baby for over 17 years. He held her when the vet gave her the first shot, but he couldn't handle the possibility of convulsions or losing control of her bladder so he waited in the car. I stayed with Midnight until she gave her last sigh. Bootsie (her sister) was there on the table in her carrier with the door open so she could see Midnight.
We still have Bootsie, Midnight's sister. She's doing well and trying to fill in for her sister. She doesn't walk around looking for Midnight because Bootsie knows Midnight is gone. Bootsie has lived in Midnight's shadow her whole life; Now she's coming into her own and becoming more verbal and interactive.
Our vet and her entire staff were so compassionate. They let us use an exam room for the entire afternoon. They didn't rush DH when he needed to make a decision. Our vet stayed with me for 10-15 minutes after Midnight passed on. The office sent us a condolence card signed by everyone who had touched or been touched by Midnight.
Some day I will be able to think about Midnight without tears. In the meanwhile, we have given ourselves permission to mourn our baby. We had her cremated. Her ashes are on the shelf she wasn't allowed on during her life, so she always wanted to be there. Here are some pictures of Midnight and her sister, Bootsie.
Can you see Bootsie's "heart"?
We will miss Midnight for the rest of our lives.
What is your problem? For over 17 years you have been our "stealth Siamese," a black feral cat who vocalizes like a Siamese. You never kept us up all night until the last couple months. Now you yeowl all.night.long. I need to sleep at night. I have to work during the daytime, when you apparently get all your shut eye time. Since you haven't let me get more than half an hour of sleep at a time for 2 nights now, I am becoming demented. My reasoning is faulty. Quit it or Ima gonna wring your scrawny neck and you will become a culinary treat; Maybe Kitty Manapua or Pussy Cat Adobo. (j/k)
I procured weapons (squirt guns). I tried shooting Midnight in the face when she yells at me at O'dawn thirty. Not much of a deterrent. So I pull out all stops and shoot her continuously until she runs from the room. She is now taking the squirt gun more seriously. Either that or it takes her 10-15 minutes to lick all the water off before she can yell at me again.
Honestly, I'm on the brink. Sleep deprivation is insidious. I have much more sympathy for parents of newborns. DH said we need to take Midnight & Bootsie to the vet to see if there is something wrong. I don't know what she's yelling about, but it needs to stop.