Princess

One year ago on this day, my cat, Princess, passed away. She was 10 and a half. Princess was sick for most of her life. She has something wrong with her stomach that caused her to bring up. 

Princess was born on June 27,2000 and I got her at the end of August 2000. Princess was so cute as a kitten, always wanting to play with toys (even if people where sleeping). I got Princess when I was 7 years old. Princess was a black and white tabby. 

When Princess was 5 years old, she moved to live with my dad. I saw her every Wednesday and every other weekend. 

While she aged, she still wanted to play with her toys. She really liked to play with toys that had catnip in them. I always laughed when she was rolling on the carpet with a catnip toy. It was like she was addicted to the catnip.

In 2009, while at a vet visit, we found out that Princess needed to be put on special food that would help her digest food and she would stop bringing up. The vet also put on her daily medication that was said to stop the bringing up. 

In the summer of 2009, I started to notice that Princess was drinking lots of water, so off to the vet we went. 

While at that visit to the vet, the vet told us that Princess was diabetic. I couldn't figure out how she could have become diabetic. The vet told me that one side effect of the medication Princess was on, was diabetes. I was so mad to learn this because up to this point, I was not told this information. Princess had to get daily shots of insulin twice a day. We had to bring Princess back every two weeks so that the vet could check her sugar levels in her blood. I researched diabetes on the Internet and found out that there was a possibility of her going back to normal. Every time I brought her the vet, I hoped she would become normal. I had to hold Princess each time while the vet poked her ear to get enough blood to check her sugar levels. I can still remember the day the vet told me that Princess was no longer diabetic. I was so happy, I didn't want her to keep getting poked and I think she was happy also. 

She still had to stay on her special food but I told the vet that I didn't want her to go back to being diabetic, so he took her off the medication. 

In February 2011, I noticed Princess had big clumps of fur missing from her eyes, ears, and back. I told my dad, but he didn't really care. He told me that she might just be pulling her fur out being she was nervous (my dad had just moved at the end of January 2011). 

Finally, my dad said he would bring her to see the vet (after me bugging him over and over). We took her one evening after school/work. The vet couldn't figure out why she had fur missing. He gave us a plastic cone to put on her head to keep her from pulling fur off of her face and body. When we got home, Princess tried to eat and drink water, but she was not able to reach it because the cone was too big for her little head. We left the cone off in the morning because neither one was going to be there. 

In the middle of February, her fur still had not grown back, it actually had gotten worse. We took her back to see the vet, and he said he could do testing on her. The vet told us that Princess might not live much longer. My dad didn't want the tests to be done because he thought it was too much money and that we should just let her die. The vet left the room and my dad said that I should think about putting her down. He left the room to go pay for the visit, while I stayed in the room with Princess. I started to cry because I didn't want her to put down. 

I took Princess home and slept with her all night. I told my mom the next day about what the vet had said and also about my dad not wanting to get tests done. My mom said she would find the money to pay for the tests. She called the vets office and talked to one of the front desk girls about what type of tests Princess would need. They told my mom that Princess could get a shot to help her be less weak. My mom made an appointment to bring Princess in for the shot on the following Monday evening. 

That weekend, Princess tried to jump up on the counter (like she liked to do). Instead of landing on the counter, she slipped and fell on the ground. I was so scared that she had broke something or that the fall would kill her. I could tell Princess was getting weak because she no longer played with her toys. 

Monday evening came and I had to go get Princess from my dad's place. He didn't give me a key to his new place, so I was phoning him to let me come in and get Princess. He didn't answer, so I kept tiring. Finally he answered and I went up to get her. I wrapped her in a blanket, because it was wintertime. In the car, while I was holding her in my lap, she kept on reaching up to touch my face. We went and got her the shot. We made another appointment for the following Monday to get another shot. That appointment never came. Princess died that Thursday.  

The day before she died, I was to go to my dad’s for the night but never did because my dad was being mean and I decided that I didn’t want to go. I remember getting out of the car and saying “Princess better still be alive on the weekend (it was my weekend with him).

On the Thursday morning, I had an ortho appointment. My mom took me to that appointment. While in the car, I heard my cell phone ring. I saw it was my dad and I answered it. He told me that Princess maybe went how I wanted her to go. I started to cry and I dropped the cell phone. My mom know what had happened when she heard me start to cry. She grabed the phone off of the ground and talked to my dad. We turned around and went to his place. I remember running up the stairs in his apartment and rushed into his place. I saw Princess lying on the couch with her head turned the opposite way of me (I couldn’t see her eyes). My dad had put her water dish beside her and I put it on the ground. My mom had called the vets office and they said to bring her in. My mom told me that Princess might just be in a coma. When we got to the vets office, one of the front desk girls took Princess into a room and came out a minute later and told us she had died. We went into the room and I just kept petting her. I can still feel her strife ears that had no blood running in them and her strife fur. I spent probably 3 hours just crying in that room.

I picked out an Urn to put her ashes in. The urn was bronze and had two paw prints on them. We left the vets office and I went home and just cried. I couldn’t stop crying. I finally feel a sleep but when I woke up, I started crying all over again. That night, I went to bed and started to cry again. I cried myself to sleep. I went to school the next day and told m friends what had happened.

The following Monday at school, my one of my friends gave me a card, when I opened it up, I saw all my friends had signed it.

The past year has been hard for me, I still sometimes cry myself to sleep because I think about her.

I still have one cat named Izzy, who is 6 now, and I hope she doesn’t die anytime soon because I don’t think I would be able to handle another death.

I still can see Princess lying on the couch dead. It haunts me.

I now Princess is in a better place and is watching me. She is my guardian angel and would want me to be happy.

I’m scared to let her go because I don’t know if I can without forgetting about her.

 

Princess and me when I first got her. I  was in love with her

I love and miss you Princess.

♥ Michelle