I wasn’t planning on doing this, but circumstances changed that. This month, 4 years ago, I adopted a cute black female cat called Gatta, whom I dubbed Simba. Why Simba? Wel, the name comes from Kimba, another female cat who was also shy and scared, like Simba was. It took 3-6 months for her to trust me, to allow me to pick her up, caress her. It took some time, but i managed to do win her trust. I doubt this would be possible if I had other pets. This was my very first pet that I adopted on my own. My parents had pets before, a cat, two dogs. Both dogs suffered from a terrible illness aswell: epilepsy and alergic reaction to the spine, a immune desease.
We enjoyed our time together. We had fun. She was always there to greet me when I arrived home. Mostly because she knew she would be fed then. I didn’t let her go outside. Even when I moved into my new appartment, i build a fence around the yard, so she couldn’t get away. And she didn’t. She enjoyed it, to be able to go outside. She enjoyed lying in the sun, where there was sun.
Last year I went on vacation, my best friend came over to visit her before and after his work to feed her, let her out. Even though it was only for a few days, she was still in my thoughts. When I was at manifestia, the same thing. I cared for her, I loved her.
Than when I noticed that she didn’t crap in couple of days, I called the vet. We both thought at first that she was constipated. When I noticed her belly was swollen, I called back the same day and without seeing her, he thought that it was due to constipation. When this wednesday the vet came over, the verdic after short exam was clear: she had FIP. A deadly diseases for which there is no vaccin or treatment. I asked him to test her to be sure. He couldn’t really do a blood test because he only got a few drops out of it. Which isn’t good. He did another test, but the result were clear. It was FIP. I asked him to bring her back to me, to have the remained of her time spent at home, in her familiar surroundings. The day after, I decided that it was best to have the vet come over on friday and put her to sleep.
With the fluids building up in her stomach, putting pressure on her longs as well, and getting into her longs, even if she had a week. It wouldn’t be good to have her suffer like that. She was suffering. So was I. I couldn’t stand it, that my sweet Simba was going to die from this horrible disease and nothing could be done about it. Today around noon, she passed away. I prayed to the Gods, especially Hermes Psychopompos to guide her to the afterlife. I stayed with her to the end. I was the last thing she saw before she passed away. before giving the final shot, the vet examined her again and noticed that the fluids pushed her heart a bit further than it originally should be. It was clear that she would last long anymore.
When I go back to work – I stayed home for her- I would constantly be worried about her, worried that if the end would come, I would either not be there, or arrived there when she was already gasping for air. That thought made me sick to my stomach, knowing that that could happen. The thing is, she still tried to comfort me, while she was in pain most likely. Praying did help me, psychologically speaking. I hoped it also helped my cat. Couple of days ago, I prayed that she would get better. That was before i knew what she had. Afterwards I prayed that she would be guided by Hermes Psychopompos on her way to her afterlife.
It was a hard call to make, not a easy one, but its the right call.
On july the 3rd, she arrived at my house. She stole my heart. She was already 3 years old. I had her for 4 years, 4 wonderful years. There was some stress each time for the yearly visit to the vet, other than that, she was a delight. I’m truly going to miss that little angel with paws. I hope wherever she is, she waits for me to arrive. RIP sweet, beautiful Simba (20/04/2013-31/07/2020)
PS. The first picture was taken last night, at age 7. The second picture was taken when she was 3 years old, 4 years ago.
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