Saturday, 3 February 2018

Cloe: Feb 1st 2017 - Feb 3rd 2018 xxx


It was a night of drama last night, with Cloe finally going to sleep and passing away as I rocked her gently. She died at 2:45 AM this morning. Today both cats and humans are in mourning.

She had only a short life but one filled with love. A cheeky little thing she was never afraid to pounce on Zac or Casper and wrestle with them. All the cats loved her including the matriarch Natasha. Casper was her brother from the same litter but the only competition between them was in cat play. But Zac especially loved her to death, they played and wrestled and washed each other. She was his little girl. Zac was the most concerned out of the three yesterday and the one who I had to show him her body afterwards so he knew for sure what had happened.

Still not clear the cause of death. The samples from the lab came back as some sort of yeast infection which is a total mystery, but the Vet said he'd go through the results himself in detail. He did say yesterday that she had a heart murmur, which would fit with the way she died if it was her heart. She was breathing very quickly very shallow breaths, the same as 17 year old Kiera did a while back.

David was a mess. Near the end he couldn't even watch. He does get very attached to the cats and Cloe was a very special one. I took her into our bedroom then and put her on a towel in an open box (cats go and hide away from everyone on their own to die). She was still very distressed and struggling for life poor little thing. So I started rocking the box gently back and forward, like I used to rock her in this computer chair at times and she'd go to sleep as I talked and whispered to her.

It was the same this time. The fear and distress soon gave way to the comforting rocking with my calm voice and she completely relaxed. Proceed to slow down  in her breathing and making her contented cat noises as she did (like a Star Trek tribble, so cute). After about ten or so minutes she went to sleep as she had done with me many times before on this chair, only this time she was going to sleep for good. She died a very peaceful death and I was so pleased that I could do that for her.

During this time Zac and Casper came in the room (Natasha already knew what was going on). Casper stayed at the door looking horrified, but Zac was very concerned and came in looking into the box as I was rocking it, before leaving the room. After she died I put the box covered in the spare room and shut the door to sort out in the morning. Soon Zac came in sniffing the bed where the box had been and looking on top of the wardrobes where the box us usually stored, wondering where she was. So I picked him up and took him in the spare room, put the box on the bed and opened it, tilting it over so he could see. He looked in a few times doing a soft cat growl, he was not impressed. His little girl had died. Today he's  sleeping on the lounge where Cloe used to sleep on her cushion.

Bye Cloe, a wonderful little cat and missed by all.

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