Nosebud . . . 29 March 2003 - 11 Jan 2014

Nosebud died,

Saturday Evening,

11 Jan 2014.

(This was not the birthday present I had wanted .)

Nosebud when she felt good
sleeping in "her box."

 I knew it would happen.

Heavens, as soon as we are born

we are starting our journey to death.

Snuggling with me
10 Jan 2014

 It just doesn't seem fair

that an animal can't tell you

when and where they hurt.

They just have to rely on their human

to correctly read their signals.

 But, she let me snuggle with her

this last week.

I hope it made her feel as comfortable

as it made me feel.

Snuggling with me
10 Jan 2014

 She was always an independent calico . . . 

stand-offish, only got petted when she wanted it

and, heaven forbid, I should try to pet her.

No idea why, but she only became friendly with me

 the last couple of months.

Maybe, in the deep recesses of her mind

she knew something was going on in her body

and she needed to make amends.

Snuggling with me
10 Jan 2014

She got her 2nd IV on Saturday.

She took it well . . . 

she had even gained some weight

since she was weighed earlier in the week.

Probably from the last IV . . . 

she sure hadn't been eating much.

I tried to get as much canned, high calorie food

into her by syringe as I could.

But, she would finally let me know enough was enough.

Snuggling with me
10 Jan 2014

If there is a good thins to say,

she died on her own.

I think she might have had a stroke . . . 

just the movements she made.

But she let me pick her up

and she died in my arms,

lying on my chest

with my heartbeat helping her pass over

the Rainbow Bridge to be with her fur~Momma.

God Rest you sweet soul, Nosie.

Momma always loved you

and will see you when it is her time to go.