Sylvia, better known as Princess to those she adopted, passed away lying down with me today late this afternoon. She was nearing 21 years old (nearing 100 in cat years).
She had been having some difficulties in the last year or two with going outside the
litterbox but we more or less had it under control with putting her on Prozac. However, within the last week, she took a dramatic turn for the worse becoming extremely lethargic, not eating, and taking to actually sleeping in her
litterbox. We took her to the vet and found her kidneys were shutting down. The vet tried saline/potassium infusions but it didn't help much, and in fact she had another one this morning.
We (the family) were supposed to go to the church Progressive Dinner (an annual Christmas tradition at the church) tonight but as fate would have it, I came down with either food poisoning or some variant of the
Norwalk virus. I stayed at home while Dina went with the kids. Not having a good feeling about Sylvia, we put her on the bed with me. I guess I can take some comfort in the knowledge that when she went, she went in her own time (e.g. we didn't have to put her down), at home, and next to me (since 2004, she has actually become *my* cat though she was originally Dina's).
Goodbye Princess. We love you and we miss you.
Sylvia
Feb 1990 - Dec 2010
You were a true and faithful companion
- b