Our dear red tabby seems to be on a downward trend, I don’t recall seeing her yesterday, we weren’t home most of the day either. She didn’t come around at bedtime, but I didn’t realise that on til I heard a weird meow a bit ago, and placed that I’d heard other lowd meows earlier. I counted the cats around, and found it was Cinnamon missing, so the one that had to be meowing. I couldn’t find her anywhere. I called “here kitty!” and all the cats came running, except for Cinnamon.
Bad news.
So I finally found her under Victoria’s bed, laying on her side right against the wall. She howled something alful, but wouldn’t move. I had to move the bed aside to get her. She acts weak, her sides are caved in, and she’s breathing hard at times. She won’t eat or drink.
She looks bad. I have her in the hall bathroom on a pillow now. She seemed grateful for the pillow. She’s not howling just laying there so sad looking. Poor thing.
We got her in Aug 1998. She was 2 that next October. Her owner had put her in a vet kennel, and kept her there for awhile before finally giving her up. She didn’t know what to do with her. We were looking for a kitten a few weeks in a row, and saw Cinnamon in the cage at PetsMart that Saturday in 1998. I felt a need to ask about her, and we decided to take her home with us.
The cat is so high strung, really weird. I’m sorry she seems to be dieing, she’s not a happy cat most of the time though. She likes attention, but not the kind one usually likes to give. She likes hard petting in her own way alone, and it’s hard to figure out what it is each time.
She won’t eat with the other cats. She isn’t liked by any of them. She’s a scardy-cat, and I feel bad. I wish it were different, I wish we had a better time together, and I wish she loved the other cats and they her. But she really seems to be going.
I’ve just spent the last 1/2 hour with her, after writing the above. She is not purring, breathing hard, panting every once in awhile, but won’t move. Won’t drink. I put water on her tongue and she doesn’t even lick –no reflex at all. I anticipate having to dig a hole soon. Frank is out of town until tomorrow night.
I’ve been crying, I’ve asked the Lord to preserve her life, or take her soon, she’s not functioning, she’s miserable.
The children say they knew she was under the bed all day. They didn’t know she was ill. They thought she was mad. They didn’t bother to tell me though. Poor kitty. Poor little pretty red kitty. She is awake, and knows, she must. Utterly sad I am. It’s so hard when someone in the family dies. Even if it’s the cat at the bottom rung. Out of 7, she’s 7th. Very beautiful, a female red tabby, unusual. I’ll dig out a picture of her and post it soon. She’s a looker, or was, just didn’t have a good personality. I’ll miss her anyhow. Her favorite thing was to get under the covers in bed and purr. No more of that I guess. 🙁