a week ago today, i was picking up our sweet kitty, cosette, from the vet after not eating for 2 days. we didn’t think she was terribly sick, but were worried that she hadn’t eaten and was vomiting consistently. the vet gave her fluids, medicine to help her nausea, and instructions to try to feed her baby food and bring her back in 1 to 2 days if she wasn’t better.
after her staunch refusal to eat anything, and a hefty fight when i tried to syringe feed her, i called back on wednesday to have her seen again. they couldn’t see her until thursday morning, so we set the appointment and went to bed.
we woke up on thursday and ben found her in our closet. he cleaned her up and i took her to the vet for cremation. it was horrible. i’ve cried off and on since then when i see one more thing that reminds me of cosi.
i cried when i cleaned the carpets, when i cleaned the litter box she shared with hazel, when i found another spot where she vomited on the floor, when hazel is found looking for her, when hazel is in one of cosi’s spots. i felt most ridiculous when i dumped the litter out last night and scrubbed the litter box, all while crying for my poor little kitty.
and i feel so silly about it. we loved our sweet kitty cosi and the boy was hurt the most. he made a headstone for her immediately and started a list of things we loved about cosi. sensitive little love, he is.
the vet called that afternoon to talk and she was just as shocked as us. she said that she would never have expected her to die and if she’d thought she was that sick, she would have kept her in the hospital. her only guesses are poison or a congenital defect we didn’t know about.
she died quickly and quietly and we still don’t know why. i hope she knows just how much we loved her.