That’s what life is all about, isn’t it? days end and days begin; seasons end and seasons begin. There is a time for all things under heaven.
As you may recall, my Twiggy was diagnosed with Lymphoma last November. She did very well for the first few months, but this spring she began eating less and less and losing weight. A few days before we were to leave for Girls’ Week at the coast, she became very lethargic and when I weighed her I realized she had dropped to only five pounds. Hard times were here – time to make a decision. Time to recognize that she was no longer being the cat she was, she was not doing the things that defined her. Time to call the vet. A time to weep.
Twiggy joined our family in May of 2007, a wee thing sparse of hair and long of leg.
She was the runt of her litter, but what she lacked in stature she made up for in feistiness and determination.
When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in July of 2007 and started my chemo treatments in August, she became my napping companion.
She was the cat that questioned me when I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to, that reminded me that when the dogs got a treat, she needed a treat too.
The cat that stretched out on my legs whenever I sat where she could do so. My evening companion during TV time.
And then – she was no longer that cat. And then – she had reached the point of no real quality of life. We made the trip to the vet. I wept, appreciated the vet’s patient demeanor, appreciated the fact that Twiggy did not struggle, that she seemed ready to just let go now. I appreciated the peacefulness of the moments.
It seems that following an ending, there is always a door that opens for a new beginning. This time, that door came in the form of a couple that attend the same church as The Gracious One and her husband – a couple that had taken in a feral female cat, a cat that entered their house for the first time the day she was ready to birth her kittens – four boys and two girls. She gave birth under his desk, and stayed quietly with her kittens while they needed her. The kittens needed homes, so after we returned from the coast, I picked up my choices. Two rather than one, because I feared a single kitten would be lonely, missing his brothers, sisters and mother. I had selected what we thought were two boys. Misty May, who turned out not to be a he after all:
And Batman (name courtesy of Kat), who turned out to be a he as originally thought.
Now these kittens rule our world. Two was a good choice, I think. There is a time – a time for laughter.
Twiggy would be pleased.
Poor Batman! A lonely male in a household of “girls.”
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Or maybe lucky Batman.
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So sorry for your loss.
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Sorry about Twiggy, happy about the new duo, and praying you are feeling well.
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What a beautiful tribute to Twiggy. It is always so hard….. Your new additions are adorable. Hugs to you, Carol. ❤
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My heart is with you Carol. Twiggy had such a good time with you, and now Misty May and Batman will have a great life too. I look forward to their shenanigans, and I am glad they will sooth some of the heartache.
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Blessings to you, Carol. Twiggy seems like she was a very dear cat, and someone there for you during your own challenging times.
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I’m so sorry that you lost your lovely Twiggy. We may be facing the same soon with Sid (he is seeing a neurologist tomorrow but I don’t hold out a huge amount of hope) and you know I’ve been in that same place before and wept those same tears. Your new kittens will delight and amuse you, and – not become a replacement for Twiggy, but they’ll steal another two pieces of your heart and give you a little of theirs in return.
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Always so very hard. I know some who say they could never go through it again. I know I dread the time, but so much joy, smiles, and laughter until then. Cooper keeps me going. Hugs Carol, hope you are well and enjoying your new additions to your family.
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I’m so sorry to hear about Twiggy. Such a beautiful tribute. I’m glad you have two fur babies to distract you. I’m sure life as you knew it is different now!
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I’m so sorry for the loss of your sweet Twiggy, Carol. It is amazing how endings often signal new beginnings; I’m sure your new companions will turn out to be just what you need. I love the names, Misty May and Batman. They sound like they’ll grow into their names and become real characters. 🙂
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So sorry to hear about Twiggy. It’s so hard to lose a pet, especially one who was very close to you but you would not have wanted to make her struggle on when she was so sick. The new duo a very cute and having a pair will give you a lot of fun watching them play together. Just what you need.
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I think Twiggy would be pleased. They are so cute. 😀
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Oh, my friend, I weep with you over Twiggy. And I smile with you for your new babies. Your post was poignant and a perfect tribute to a wonderful companion. I look forward to seeing more photos of Misty and Batman. xoxo
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Hugs to you…
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So sorry about Twiggy. She had a wonderful life with you – plain to see. Hope you’re having fun with the new kittens!
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I’m sorry to hear about poor Twiggy. These new kittens will keep you busy – and I love the colours of Misty May.
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Oh, I’m so glad you got two. I miss watching kittens play.
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Dear Carol,
I am so sorry for your loss. How sad to lose such a stalwart companion with such a large personality. Kittens provide much comfort, and two of them will be very entertaining.
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