In Memorium - Part V, The End
- In Memoriam
- In Memoriam - Part II
- In Memoriam - Part III
- In Memoriam - Part IV
- In Memorium - Part V, The End
A week came and went while we watched sweet Daisy get more and more comfortable with her blindness. There were a few days, one or two, she seemed a little confused with all the boxes. I kept her typical pathway as free from clutter as possible, but as she became more comfortable with her loss of sight she began leaving her zone a little more every few hours. She didn’t keep to our room anymore and she even ventured to jump on a few boxes for a nap. She actually found the box with a blanket on top of it and defended it once or twice from Little Buddy. I even began to wonder if she was just extremely near sighted. I checked and she had no reflex in her eyelids when I flicked my fingers in front of them and her pupil not longer responded to any light.
But Daisy was happy and so we tried to be for her too. Amazingly enough she even tolerated the other female cat in the house she never liked before, Suzy. Daisy actually let Suzy clean her face a few times. Remarkable. The following weekend hubby and three children went off to the new homestead, I stayed home with the baby and one who had a sleepover planned with a friend, at the friends house. The plan: to get things cleaned and packed. Well, I got a lot done, but the dust sent my asthma into overdrive and my allergies went bizerk as well. I spent some time cleaning in my sewing area while the baby napped. After I mopped the floor I noticed some small droplets of blood on my kitchen floor in a path from my bedroom door to the den door. I began to wonder if a cat had stepped on a pin in the carpet and pricked it’s pad. I began checking the cats, one by one. First Buddy - he was closest to me. Although asleep, he’s the one in the den the most. Nope, all feet are fine. Now for Suzy, she doesn’t like to be picked up so I had to coax her a little to let me look at her feet. It’s not Suzy. Skipper. Skipper? Where are you? It must be Skipper, he hides when he’s made or hurt or scared or . . .
nope, not Skipper. Oh no. Where’s Daisy? Daisy, Daisy? She comes running in her own sweet “where are you” way. Phew! Her feet are fine. Oh, well. I guess it’s no big deal.
Monday afternoon, basically the same scenario.
Tuesday morning as I stumble out of bed I begin my usual routine of each day - go to the bathroom. As I am seated, in my morning fog I see fresh droplets of blood on the bathroom floor. OK, who is it? I realize now I need to check each cat much more closely and check more than the feet. They are all senior citizens now. One by one, I check them. Skipper - he’s at me feet purring wanting attention. He’s fine, actually he’s thrilled to be in my lap. He loves to jump in my lap, lie on his back and let me rub his tummy. Stupid cat. That’s what a dog is supposed to do. It’s not Skipper. Buddy comes running as soon as I call him. I pick him up and he begins his morning yells - he must have Siamese in him for he talks to me all the time. I like cats that talk. buddy also plays fetch. He also thinks he’s a dog. It’s not Buddy. Suzy seems fine too, just a little angry I picked her up. Oh I don’t want to check Daisy. I really don’t want to check Daisy. Process of elimination, but I need to be sure.
Daisy! Daisy, come her sweetie. Here she comes running as fast as she can to the bathroom. She knew right where I was and came rather quickly. I see nothing wrong. What is going on. No cat has blood coming from anyplace on it’s body. No sores. No oozes. No abscesses. What’s going on?! As soon as I put Daisy on the floor, she sneezed. Guess what? Yep, it was her. blood splattered all over the floor and a little on my toes. My sweet Daisy. It was time to say goodbye. Something much more serious was going on that blindness and she seemed a little disoriented as the morning went on. I told the children, who handled it remarkable well, and I took her to the veterinarian that morning.
“Our loved companions never really leave us. They live on in the happy memories of the times shared together.”
Goodbye Miss Daisy - we miss you.
