This week I’m participating in the Writers Workshop over at Mama Kat’s. The prompt for this week was:
A blog post inspired by the word: sweet
She was sweet from the moment I first held her at an adoption event at a local pet store in 2000. I picked her up, she rubbed under my chin and purred. I immediately filled out the paperwork and paid with a check to adopt this sweet little girl. I would have to wait a few days to bring her home as she had to be spayed. When I picked her up, she was just as sweet as she was the first time I held her. We arrived home and it was a great fit with my other cat.
Within 48 hours of Chloe’s arrival, we were in the emergency vet with an infection from the spay. Not long after, we were at the vet again for a urinary tract infection. So began our frequent trips to the vet and countless discoveries of peed on clothing, towels, and even the unmade bed. But, she was sweet and so loving.
I had the vet run all the test possible to figure out what was causing the peeing outside the liter box issue as well as the frequent UTI’s. No answers. We tried different liters, medications, and some behavior modification techniques. It worked somewhat, but we would always wind up right back where we started. As I was single at the time, it was something I could handle and cope with. I took my adoption responsibilities seriously and wouldn’t give up on her.
Fast Forward 13 1/3 years and Chloe is now about 16 years old. I am married with a 5 and 7 year old who leave clothes, towels, pillows, blankets, etc all over the floor. These items were great targets for Chloe and sure enough, almost daily I was washing items that had been peed on. The frequency had increased and it seemed that if something was on the floor for 10 minutes, it was “hit”. My morning routine consisted of stripping the beds and putting all blankets up high so there was no way they would be a target. I could tell the moment I walked in my house if Chloe had peed on something. It was getting to the point that it was hard to ignore. But she was so sweet.
A few weeks ago, I took one of the dogs to the vet and I talked to the vet about Chloe. She was surprised I had dealt with this as long as I had. The decision was made that putting Chloe to sleep was probably the best option. Her health was failing slowly and the increase in the inappropriate peeing probably was a symptom of something larger. As I looked and petted this sweet cat for over a week and pondered my decision, my heart broke. It was a difficult decision to make.
On May 20, Chloe was sleeping in a sunny spot. I scooped her up and put her in her carrier. I drove her to the vet and said my goodbye. It wasn’t what I wanted but it had to be done. The incidents of peeing outside her liter box were so many that it was getting unsanitary to live in. I tried, I gave it my all and hoped that nature would make the decision for me but it did not. Chloe was such a sweet cat and loving. My children often fought over who would get to have her snuggle with them at night. She loved to sleep and cuddle with anyone.
The guilt of this decision is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life. I do feel as if I failed this sweet cat. I don’t know what else I could have done. She couldn’t live outside, no one would take her, the vet didn’t have an opening for a blood donor cat, it was the only decision I could make. She was just so darn sweet. RIP in Chloe Cat.