After a rough week and several days in ICU at the ER vet trying to get her diabetes and some serious complications under control, we made the heartbreaking decision to let Georgie go this morning. Looking back at the 12 months since her diagnosis, she had been hospitalized for multiple days five times in ICU. The rest of the time was in recovery. Not much time spent just being a cat. Her quality of life was taking a hit with this illness.. Rather than put her through more medical procedures and further hospitalizations to hopefully stabilize her, we chose to let her join her Momcat Lily at the Rainbow Bridge.
|All worn out this morning.|
We visited with her for a long time at the vet, giving her tummy rubs, kisses and telling her how so very much she was loved. She was happy to see us, purred and was alert but as the time went on we could tell she was fading. She was tired, frail and genuinely weak. When I told her Lily was waiting for her, Georgie looked right into my eyes and blinked hers slowly. She was ready to leave this worn out body behind. During the procedure, Georgie rested quietly while I held her and surrounded her in Reiki light and love. It was so sad but very peaceful.
|Georgie and Rosa snuggled on the porch of our old house years ago.|
We took her her home with us wrapped in a pink fleece blanket and buried her on our land next to Lily. We placed three pansies with her - two purple for us and one yellow for her.
|Only on left and Georgie hiding from the tree man.|
Just as her mom Lily was the embodiment of mothering, Georgie's gift to us was her patience, sweetness and trusting nature. She calmly let me do all the diabetic procedures to her without a fuss. Her vets loved her for always letting them do their job. She was like water, bending and flowing with life's daily movements, always unflappable, unperturbed.
|On the porch this past summer|
Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. She was extraordinarily beautiful. Yet she had a tough side too and enjoyed being in the middle of a kitty pile of her litter mates, napping or eating and shoving each other around one bowl. She could be fierce if they started rough housing, whapping the offending brother or sister on the head. If she had too much of some procedure I was doing to her, she would nip me too saying "No more."
Most mornings she would get up on the bed after Don left and head butt Tabitha and Woody, snuggling between them placidly waiting for me to wake up and feed her. She would race me to the kitchen talking all the while and line up with the others for first dibs on her food. Eating was her passion and may have been her downfall. In old photos of her, she was quite plump.
Our pet names for her were Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie, Georgie Girl or baby girl. She was our quiet kitty who enjoyed sleeping in odd positions, all stretched out and upside down. Although when she was not feeling well, she preferred a hidy hole. Don put her in a cat bed and placed her on his lap when she got home from one of her ICU stays while he watched TV. She was content to be in the same room with us or getting loved up - not much for laps.
|Georgie on Don's lap|
If you can't see this video of her asking for food after she got the feeding tube in go here.
I appreciate all of your donations for her medical expenses over this past year, and your emotional support through her illnesses.. I wouldn't have made it without your help.
Our hearts ache at this loss and the house is so empty without her enduring presence. I know I will be looking for her in the cat bed by the back window, or on the bed in the early morning light, her white fur glowing in the darkness. When you care for a seriously ill cat like her, your every moment is tied into their schedule and needs. I feel adrift without my routine with her. But I will adjust. I am just grateful we had nine wonderful years with her although much too few Goodbye baby girl. Give my love to Lily when you see her.
|Lily, her mom on left, napping on a cool spring day.|