Posted by Sharon
on 8/1/2009, 10:16 pm, in reply to "Re: My precious Jenna"
70.48.35.7
Hi Stephanie, thank you for writing to me. My little girl was only 9 years old. She had never been sick a day in her life, until 2 weeks ago. She jumped off my knee when we were watching TV, and projectile vomitted. And that night, she wouldn't sleep with me, which was very unusual. She hid under the dresser, only to come out when she had to throw up again. I laid awake most of the night, keeping my eye on her, afraid for the worst. When I got her to the vet's that morning, she was dehydrated, had a fever, her heart rate was nearly doubled, and she wasn't responding to anything. She had no energy to fight, or to live. It was in an xray a couple of days later, that we discovered that her lungs were full of liquid, due to her heart condition. My vet and I tried everything we could, but Jenna wasn't responding to anything. Her heart disease was too far progressed to bring her back again, to a life of quality
I miss her horribly. I miss her whiskers, her nose, her ears that I used to bite when we were in bed together, I miss the sound of her meow, the warmth of her body...the way she'd lay in bed with me, and roll over, belly up, with her fat little legs all over the place.
I've been driving around all weekend, no destination in mind, just driving...it's hard to come home, and to not have her waiting for me at the door. I've put her picture on my dresser, with a few of her favorite toys, and I keep the light on all night, so I can look at her picture when I'm falling asleep, and when I wake up.
I am glad that I was with Jenna when she took her last breath. I would have been more horrified if she had died at home by herself, without her mommy holding her and telling her that she was loved.
Thank you Stephanie for listening, and understanding.
Sharon
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