If you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time, you probably know of Jelly and Jono, my two very spoiled cats. I got them in May of 1996, shortly after graduating from college. I loved those cats more than life itself, sometimes, and they knew it. I spared no expense to keep them happy.
Unfortunately, 2011 will always be remembered as the year I lost both cats. Jono became ill in April 2010, and I thought it wouldn’t be long before I had to let her go, but she hung in there. It was mostly digestive problems, but apparently she had a tumor wrapped around her colon that slowly constricted. She went from a healthy (if overweight) 14 lbs down to 4 lbs, and though she continued to eat, she eventually lost the ability to defecate, and had to be euthanized. It was January 28, 2011, when we had to say goodbye. My birthday.
Jelly’s decline was more rapid. He went from a very active and healthy cat to one who hid under the sofa for a week or more. Finally the vet determined he had renal (kidney) failure. This was in September 2010. I took him for fluids for a while, but since he hated the trip, I eventually learned how to administer them at home. He slept in a favorite box on the dining room table, where I fed him to keep him from having to move too much. He’d gone from 18 lbs to 6 lbs, and his always cheerful, outgoing personality had dimmed.
On January 23, 2011, in the wee hours of Sunday morning, he fell and couldn’t stand. Afraid he had had a stroke, I rushed him to the emergency clinic in Carytown only to learn there was nothing they could do. I had to let him go, five days before Jono.
Both were 14 years old. I had loved them since they were 3 months of age.
It took a long time for me to be able to write about them. There are photos on my Facebook page, but for the most part, I couldn’t mention them online. Even as I write this, I’m crying. I have adopted two new cats and love them dearly, but not a day goes by when I don’t miss my two.
Jelly and Jono. I loved them so much.