My kitty Peewee passed away tonight - Democratic Underground

Lorien

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Sat Aug-02-03 12:12 AM
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My kitty Peewee passed away tonight

Edited on Sat Aug-02-03 12:56 AM by Jen6

Link to original thread about Peewee's decline (my 15 year old Turkish angora mix):http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=53519&mesg_id=53519

I went to the vet's tonight around 7pm to pick up Peewee, and they told me to wait because they were going to try a chest tap on him before sending him home (he had been in decline all day, temperature lowering and chest becoming more congested) The doctor felt that if he didn't do it at that time, that he would be sending me home with a kitty who was slowly suffocating. The nurse told Peewee "Peewee! Your momma's here! You're going home" like she has every day this week, but Peewee suddenly fought against the chest tap -a procedure that has always brought him quick relief-and went into cardiac arrest. They started CPR, and a nurse ran out and told me to come back with her. His eyes were huge and dilated, and his tail was puffed up. I stroked him and told him that his mom was with him, that I loved him more than I could ever say. They asked me if they should continue the CPR, and I said no. They put him in a blanket, and I stroked him for a long time. I didn’t want to let that tiny spent body go. I kissed him again and again and told him how much I loved him, trying to will life back into him. it was so hard to pass him back to the vet for the last time.
Peewee was unlike any other kitty I have ever known; his affection from a desire to give and receive love-not for want of food or anything else. His most loving time of day was right before I went to sleep. I would prop myself up on the bed to read, and he would ceremoniously walk onto me, and drape himself across my neck, purring into my ear and kneading my shoulder with his tiny paws (“kittyhugs”). I'm going to miss him so very much; our shared deep love for one another, his adoring purr, his excitement at seeing me walking in the door, his cheerful churr whenever I spoke to him, his soft-as-a-bunny fur, his tiny kneading paws, his scent of baby powder, his intelligence, wit, and loyal companionship ... I already do. I simply can't stop crying.

I want to thank all the wonderful Duers whose kindness, good wishes, and wise words helped Peewee and I through this very difficult week. You all made me feel much less alone. I know the coming days and weeks will be very difficult, but at least I’ve had my DU family to let me know they understand.
It’s not “just a cat” it’s a loving family member.

Jen

Peewee with his favorite toy (taken in the past few months)

Peewee churring and asking for a tummy rub

Baby Peewee with sibling Pip at their mother's owner's workshop in downtown Colmbus, Ohio:

Kitten Peewee posing in my dad's backyard in German village (he became agoraphobic and stayed indoors after that!):

A box full of love; Peewee and his siblings 1988:

Many thanks to SiouxJ for her hosting services for these photos.