September 15th, 2014
I’ve been avoiding writing this post for almost a week. This will make it seem real.
Our cat Katy, who was staying with our good friends Erin and Rocco in Oregon while we’re in Japan, stopped eating a couple of weeks ago. Erin took her in to the vet, and they found a large cancerous tumor in her abdomen. Taking her age, health, and the fact that she hadn’t eaten in almost a week into consideration, the vet thought she wouldn’t be a good candidate for surgery, and recommended euthanasia.
Erin took Katy home. She took a few photos of her when the light was nice, and they cuddled her and loved on her and said good-bye. The next day, Rocco took her in to the vet and gave her lots of pets and chin scratches for everyone. When it was done, he took her body home and they buried her with her blanket under an apple tree on their property.
For the first time in almost 20 years, we are a catless family. We said good-bye to Katy when we left her in Oregon last April, but we honestly didn’t think we were saying good-bye to her forever. We’re all pretty sad that she’s gone, but we’re so very grateful to our friends for giving her a good home for her last few months.
Now I’m certain we made the right decision when we didn’t bring her with us to Japan, even though I would have loved to have her with us, and I’m sorry that Erin and Rocco had to deal with having her put to sleep. If we’d brought her, she would have had to deal with a long plane trip, then being quarantined at the vet’s while we were in the Navy Lodge, and then quarantined in our house for months after we got here. Since she was in Oregon, she was able to go outside and had other cats and chickens to terrorize, and Erin and Rocco’s 3-year-old daughter Indy had a cat to love on. (The other four cats all tend to run away when Indy comes at them.)
Katy, you had an incredibly yowly meow and you could be a little overwhelming in your demands for attention and you were so picky you wouldn’t even eat tuna, you weirdo. But you were the sweetest, most loving cat we ever had, and your fur was the softest, and your purr was the loudest. You always knew when someone needed a cuddle and were right there to head-butt them in love and then sit with one paw resting on their arm, like you wanted to make sure they knew you were there. Rest in peace, Kater Potater.