Our cat died on Thursday.
This was the very pretty "sand and smoke" colored cat with bright blue eyes and a wonderful temperament. She was only six.
The ironic part of this is that the cat was healthy, went to the vet, and died there. I took her in to get an ear allergy looked at when the cat suddenly started to pant very hard. The doctors said that it was a panic attack and that the cat simply needed to calm down. After a sedative and a dark room, my wife showed up and suggested that we take her back home where she would be most comfortable. The vet agreed, but on the way home she started to wheeze and vomit, and then she started that horrible lung rattle that lets everyone know that something is very wrong. We turned right around started back to the vet, who upon hearing Serena wheeze immediately hooked her up to IV's and oxygen. The doctor said we could stay if we wanted, but it might take awhile to stabilize her. We left, hoping that the cat would pull through, but not able to watch the 5 people try to save her.
About 30 minutes later the doctor called and said that her condition had not changed.
About 15 minutes after that, the doctor called and said that her lungs had cleared, and she seemed much more stable. They were going to let her rest before doing some tests to figure out what was happening.
Ten minutes later, the doctor called and said that Serena had taken a turn for the worse, and was not looking good.
Five minutes later, the doctor called to say that Serena had died. Basically, she died from congenital heart failure. The doctor said that their was evidence in an ultrasound of the heart that showed a small defect that got much worse when Serena became stressed at the vet. Why did it happen this time, and not the four other times we visited the vet? Who knows.
I know, it was just a cat. However, those that have pets know that a good pet is like a family member, and when that family member dies, especially suddenly, it is a tragic event. My wife and I were very sad for the last few days, and I'm just starting to clear out of it. Hey, we don't have kids, and these cats (we still have my wife's old cat, Midnight) are the perfect little companions for two stressed out teachers. Seriously, it is amazingly therapeutic to have a little cat purring above your head when you go to sleep after a stressful day at work. The cat doesn't care, she'll purr just because you're there.
So we are sad, not out-of-control weeping, but sad none-the-less. She was a wonderful cat that gave five years of good memories, and I'm thankful for that.