Goodbye Mr. Kitty


The stray cat I found the other week passed away at the vet’s this morning.

I had taken him in because he was having trouble eating and I thought something might be wrong with his teeth. While the vet was trying to examine him, he started to panic. They took him out of the room. Several minutes later the vet came back. She had a cup of something in her hands. I don’t remember what exactly she said, but she said the fluid in the cup came from his lungs. The moving around while they were trying to look at him did something to the fluid and it basically caused him to drown. She said he was pawing at his mouth, because he didn’t know why he couldn’t breathe. She said it could have been a variety of reasons why there was fluid in his lungs, and that even though he wasn’t showing any symptoms, he was likely very sick.

She left me alone for a few minutes. I was of course crying by then and the doctor was teary-eyed as well. A nurse came in and asked me if I wanted them to cremate him. They gave me several options. I chose the communial cremation, as I didn’t want to keep the ashes. Then she asked if I wanted to see him again. I said yes. A few minutes later she brought him in, wrapped all up in a towel. I held him and said goodbye. He was still warm…it didn’t seem like he could really be dead. I petted his head and told him he had been a good kitty.

He was such a good, sweet kitty. I would go in each day and spend a couple hours reading while laying on the floor. He would be happy to see me and meow. He’d come over and rub against my hand for me to pet him. He’d also reach his paw towards my hand like he was trying to grab my hand to make me pet him. He’d lay next to me, or somewhere near me. He’d purr. He loved to be petted.

When I would leave, he’d try to leave with me. He’d meow at the door, wanting to be left out or for me to come back in. We would often see his little pink nose sticking under the door. I’m going to miss that so much. I called him Mr. Kitty Nose, or Mr. Kitty. Despite only having been with me a little over a week, he had a big effect on me and I’m going to miss him a lot.

  • Oh, this entry made me cry :(. Poor Mr Kitty. At least he’s not in pain anymore.

  • I am so sorry! I have a soft spot for Tuxies, and I hate that this had to happen. I’m glad you gave him a good home for the time he had left.

  • you are such a good person, Cindy. you brought that kitty home when he was lost and alone, you fed him, you took him to the vet, and you gave him a home. he spent his last few days with somebody who cared about him and his well-being. *hugs*

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