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trenchkamen) wrote2011-10-30 02:30 pm
trenchkamen) wrote2011-10-30 02:30 pm
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die."
This is a dedication to an awesome cat.
Bastet ("Bassy") - Spring 1994 - October 28, 2011
Bassy was a loving, tough little kitty, who, even well into her old age, didn't take shit from anybody (or any-creature) and never hesitated to shove herself right under what you were doing. She never stood down, even with dogs multiple times her size. She loved the attention of her humans and constantly tried to find a way to be as in your face as possible.
As a young adult she was paralyzed from the waist down in a garage door accident, and, though the vet did not anticipate a recovery, she regained full use of her lower body and went on to live another 13 years. Hence, we called her our 'miracle cat'.
She was kind of a gnarly creature. She had defective tear-ducts, so she was constantly leaking mucous out the corners of her eyes. This didn't bother her one bit, though it did gross out her humans. She had a bit of a gimp after her accident, but, again, she's damn lucky that's all she walked away with (or that she walked away at all). When she developed hyperthyroidism she went from a plump girl to a gaunt skeleton, despite medication and our best efforts to keep weight on her. But she just kept on cruising and loving life.
A few months ago she was diagnosed with renal failure. She did okay until then, started to slow down. 24 hours before her death she suddenly got very weak and tired. Renal failure itself isn't painful, so she passed easily, comfortable and with her family. Her luck followed her to her easy death. She was spoiled to the end, with somebody constantly attending to her. She lived to a very respectable 17-and-a-half years.
And, wherever 'she' is now, she's reunited with her brother, who passed away earlier this year.
Whitey and Bassy
I don't know if there is an afterlife. But I'd like to think if there is, and if there's any justice in the world, she and Whitey are cruising together through the beyond.
Bassy, we love you. And I'm so glad you got to be a part of my life.
Bastet ("Bassy") - Spring 1994 - October 28, 2011
Bassy was a loving, tough little kitty, who, even well into her old age, didn't take shit from anybody (or any-creature) and never hesitated to shove herself right under what you were doing. She never stood down, even with dogs multiple times her size. She loved the attention of her humans and constantly tried to find a way to be as in your face as possible.
As a young adult she was paralyzed from the waist down in a garage door accident, and, though the vet did not anticipate a recovery, she regained full use of her lower body and went on to live another 13 years. Hence, we called her our 'miracle cat'.
She was kind of a gnarly creature. She had defective tear-ducts, so she was constantly leaking mucous out the corners of her eyes. This didn't bother her one bit, though it did gross out her humans. She had a bit of a gimp after her accident, but, again, she's damn lucky that's all she walked away with (or that she walked away at all). When she developed hyperthyroidism she went from a plump girl to a gaunt skeleton, despite medication and our best efforts to keep weight on her. But she just kept on cruising and loving life.
A few months ago she was diagnosed with renal failure. She did okay until then, started to slow down. 24 hours before her death she suddenly got very weak and tired. Renal failure itself isn't painful, so she passed easily, comfortable and with her family. Her luck followed her to her easy death. She was spoiled to the end, with somebody constantly attending to her. She lived to a very respectable 17-and-a-half years.
And, wherever 'she' is now, she's reunited with her brother, who passed away earlier this year.
Whitey and Bassy
I don't know if there is an afterlife. But I'd like to think if there is, and if there's any justice in the world, she and Whitey are cruising together through the beyond.
Bassy, we love you. And I'm so glad you got to be a part of my life.
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17 years is a long life for kitties.
To think that she was able to recover from a paralysis. I think she did very well.
I like to think that your kitty is now on a magical astral space cruise, on a spiritual space journey to wherever she goes.
Yeah... a space afterlife...
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Cool.
*hugs*
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But wow, to live through all that and for so long... She was definitely amazing.
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