Just thinking ...
The main News this week is that Kim has left us forever. I observed her over the weekend and it got worse and worse. She ate, but vomited immediately after. She carried herself with difficulties to Mr. G's room to lay down on the carpet. She must have had pain in her back too. On Tuesday finally I couldn't stand it anymore and we thought it would be better to have put her asleep.
The vet came and without protest I could carry her and hold her on the kitchen table and then she died peacefully. It was a real relief for us and for her. She would have been 20 years old on Christmas Eve, when she was born in London from a cat which belonged to my friend Anne.
My son who lived in London for almost 8 years, choose her as company for Pookie who passed away 2 years ago.
Kim as a kitten, a little black furball, but already with a strange character, she didn't play as other kitten do, only sometimes with Pookie whom she considered as her mother.
She grew and grew and soon was bigger then Pookie. She loved to go outside that's why when my son had to move into an apartment in Amsterdam for his work and took his two cats with him, she didn't get used. There was no problem with Pookie but Kim didn't support life inside. She didn't eat anymore and let herself die. That's why my son asked me to take his two cats for 3 months the time he would be in Amsterdam. 12 years later she was still living with us !
Kim was a real beauty, but was very special. She seldom came into the house or only when nobody was there. She slept outside or in the basement although she had everything like our other cats. She hated all humans us included and you were not allowed to pet or even touch her she always run away.
As I couldn't brush her, I had to take her to the groomer when she was full of knots. Each time a drama to catch her and put her in the carrier. And then when she behaved like an angel and the groomer could do his work without problem. She sad that she was the bravest cat amongst her clients ! And with us she run away ...
And suddenly she changed, she was sleeping more and more inside in Mr. G's room, she also allowed him to pet her. Not me ! I was good to feed her. This started about one and a half year ago.
Slowly, slowly she didn't go out anymore and used the litterbox in the Garage, which she had never done. She refused to sleep in a basket but preferred a bath mat. As long as she ate well and her fur was shining I wasn't worried. I thought this is normal after all she approached the age of 20.
She was mostly sleeping in the bathroom
but also sometimes in Mr. G's room especially when the sun was shining on her.
And now she is gone, the bathroom is empty I always think she is still there. But she had a good life and 20 years is quite a long time for a cat. As she was mostly living outside we were used to not see her, so sometimes we think she will be back tomorrow !