Its been a very difficult week for my family and our pets. For the last month we have been fighting to save our dog Zoe Elizabeth Marie and our cat Joy. One to liver disease and the other to what we believe is FIP. I feel the need to write and get it off my chest. Feel free to read their stories or skip down to the bottom.
Both are 500 miles away from me. We got Zoe when she was only 3 months old and I was 14. When I moved away to college and eventually started the rescue Zoe stayed home with my mother. She was a wonderful girl. Very short, shuffled her feet when she walked, drank out of the pool on the first step instead of her water bowl, rearranged the living room furniture after her swims and brought us her toys when we got home she was so excited. It was hard not living with her anymore but I went home often and still considered her one of mine. She fought liver disease for the past 2 1/2 years and fought hard through surgeries, meds and dark days. She gave up this past month. We lost her yesterday, 9 days after her 12th birthday.
Why am I writing now? Because I'm about to fall apart for the second time in less than 24 hours and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I just have to wait for my phone to ring. Its a horrible feeling waiting for your baby to die and not being there. Two years ago I moved home to help with my grandfather who was ill. When I did all of my pets went with me, including Joyful. After he passed I came back to NC but some of my pets stayed behind with my mother. Its an odd situation but they were going to slowly come back to NC. Joy lost a bunch of weight about a month ago and was diagnosed with FIP which is fatal. We fought the diagnosis and had hope for another disease that mimics it. Joy and her sister Jones are two we have always joked about. The girls have always been less than coordinated, were terrible laser pointer chasers, would let a bug walk right over them. Our joke was that they would be the first ones picked off if they weren't living the life being pampered but had to live in the wild. Lovable and goofy. Not stealth and cunning. I flew home for a week before Thanksgiving to visit her and she was doing wonderful. Eating on her own, playing, being social. 3 days ago that changed and she crashed. I got a call this morning that she was unresponsive and my heart shattered even more. The vet will be there soon and my mother is with her. I know she is feeling loved but I'm not there. She is only 3 years old and should be sunning in a nice warm spot or playing. Not leaving us.
I know I have gone on but I know other pet families understand. Letting them go and saying goodbye are the worst part of having pets in our families and of letting them steal our hearts. Is the pain of losing them worth it? I think it is in the end. Its hard to feel that way when you are in so much pain and your heart feels like it will never mend. I know mine feels that way but then Gladys, my kitten, comes to help me type and gives me a kiss. My foster Sam is giving me leg butts and tossing himself on the floor belly up to cheer me. Claire plants herself in my lap to comfort me. All of the snuggles, kisses, laughs, frustrations, broken dishes, muddy paw prints are worth it in the end. They make our lives whole and more special than if they had never been there. It will take time to heal. To forget the hurt and the bad days but the happy memories will win out.
I guess I wrote this so you will know you aren't alone. You aren't alone in loving your little ones. Be they cat, dog, turtle, mouse or anything in between. And you aren't alone in your heartache when you lost them. There are many of us out here. One place that may help is www.petloss.com They have a weekly candle ceremony, message boards, etc. There are also FIP support groups and many others out there with people who understand and are ready to be there to support you when it feels like the days are impossible. If you just need someone to listen you can email me any time. We also have a memorial page at the rescue where you can say goodbye. I hope your little ones are filled with joy and life this week and that you cherish every second of it.