It wasn't all THAT sudden. She had been losing her appetite and she wasn't one to not respond to the "dinnertime" call. She loved her food. But she had had a loss of appetite a few months before and a shot fixed that. So I had scheduled a "wellness visit" for April 10th.
That morning, I got up an hour before the exam and found her with dried blood on her backside and was shocked. The phone rang and it was the vet asking about the exam purpose. I had to tell her things had changed and it was probably a "goodbye". She told me to come in immediately and I did.
After pacing the parking lot for 5 minutes, a vet assistant came out to say I should come in and handed me a mask. The vet said Iza was dying. No certain cause but probably cancer. I told her I expected euthanasia before I arrived and she agreed there was no hope of a treatment.
Iza went off to The Bridge in my arms while I told her what a Good Girl she had been and that the pain would be over soon and that she would be well and happy again OTB. That she would meet Skeeter and LC and some blog kitty friends.
I miss the softness of her mink-like fur. I miss her total dedication to me. I miss her weight on my lap in daytime and her weight on my hip at night. I miss the way she would stare at me from the floor with wide eyes of adoration.
I once thought that my human heart could only stand one cat-hole. Apparently, it can stand 2, and probably more. Maybe cat-holes make hearts stronger. They better, because there is Ayla. And Marley. And now Laz...
I miss you, Iza...
She always looked the same age all her years. From 2009...
