Soon after I adopted Sheba, I discovered she had kidney disease. I knew she was a senior cat but I didn't realize how sick she was.
I complained to the adoption agency and they agreed to take her back. But I knew she'd probably put her down. So, I decided to keep her. Plus the agency was super nice. They provided me with the expensive kidney food she had to eat.
For 19 months, I gave her love, care and compassion. I took her to regular appointments to keep her kidney disease in check. I took her to a groomer to keep her beautiful fur in tact.
But, she was getting worse. About six months ago, I started her on a procedure that required that I prick her with a needle and allow water to flow through her. And, I took her to get several injections. When it became too expensive, I took her to the low-cost clinic.
Last month, I took her to the vet, who said the disease had progressed. Around that time, she began puking, pooping and peeing on my rug. I spent a lot of time on my knees cleaning the mess. Finally, I covered the rug with plastic and moved the litter box into the dining room so she wouldn't have to go so far.
In the end, I knew it was her time.
So, I had her euthanized. I was there when she toppled over. And it was over. She was on her way to the Rainbow Bridge to frolic and play.
I will see her -- and all my pets -- enroute to heaven. And I look forward to that meeting.
But for now, I miss my cat.
I miss Sheba.
