Go Gently

March 1, 2012 Longrider Cats, Personal Stuff 13

Isis made that final trip to the vet this evening. The oral cancer proved to be very aggressive and in the past twenty-four hours, she was unable to eat properly. That, then was nature telling us she was ready to go. The “up to six months” ventured by the vet proved to be wildly optimistic –  nearly three weeks was the outcome.

Like her mother, Bast and uncle, Caesar, she made it to nearly fourteen years, which is about average for a cat. Her brother, Ptolemy went rather younger at eleven. We now have her two sisters as the last of that generation, born on midsummer’s night in 1998. That said, Nefertiti will turn seventeen this month and shows little sign of slowing down.

I’ll miss Isis’ trick of waiting on the shed roof and ambushing any cats that walk along that path and are sufficiently unaware to look up. Like a troll barring the way for travellers, Isis used to guard the garden path. Tomorrow, I’ll bury her next to the shed.

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13 Comments

  1. Oh piff. It’s never easy, is it? 14 Years is a good life in cat terms. But I’m sure you’re thinking of the good times with her.

  4. Sorry to hear. Daft as it sounds, we lost our first cat to a blood clot on the spine a year ago and it’s still a bastard. he looked just like yours too.

    They get you don’t they….

    Take it easy,

    JB

  9. Very sad. I still miss cats that died more than thirty years ago, you do get very attached.

  11. I can only add to the sympathy shown above. It is never easy, but we know this when we take them on.

    At least she is in no pain.

  13. Poor puss. I’m really sorry for you. Unfortunately it’s a fact of life that you are likely to see cats born, live their lifes, and then die 🙁

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