Thank you all for the candles and kind words. I can't even describe how I feel - the worst emptiness... It's beyond sad. It's not like any other loss I've ever experienced. I feel dead inside.
Friday night and and Saturday morning, Kasha spent a lot of time just looking at me, like she was memorizing my face. She just kept staring at me intently. Maybe it was part of her process - she seemed to need to walk thru the house and outside to take one last look at everything.
Kasha spent all of Saturday morning outside, lying on the driveway, the neighbor's driveway, the other neighbor's walkway, the sidewalk and the grass. About 1:45 or so she finally decided to come in the house (our appointment was at 2:20 - weird). She came inside, drank some water and climbed up to her papasan chair. My mom was late arriving, per usual, and I'd already put Kasha in the car by the time she arrived. I thought Kasha would be more comfortable in her own car, even if it meant I'd have to drive. So, we got to our vet's, and they put us in a room. I immediately took apart the carrier and lifted Kasha out. She started to growl and complain, but when I pulled her close and held her, she immediately grew quiet. I handled all the preliminaries, signed off on everything, while holding her in my arms. We asked for a few minutes and I held her on my lap and cried quietly. My legs were shaking so hard, I tried to keep them steady. Kasha just stayed draped in my arms.
Finally, the tech came back and asked if we were ready. I said yes and she said she'd get our doc. Dr. Conni came in and we talked for a little bit - odd small talk considering. I then asked if there was some way to do this where I could still hold Kasha in my arms. After some debate, they figured we'd at least try with me holding her upper body in my arms and that way they could inject into her back leg. It happened very quickly. I held her tight and watched as they injected into her vein. My vet said, her poor belly. It was obvious that her belly was full of fluid. And then it was over. Oddly enough, even after her heart stopped, she still took several small gasping breaths... and then a few others. My vet told me that sometimes that happens when cats have been sick for a while - but that never happened for me with any other cat - except my first kitty, who died basically in my arms at home. I always said Kasha was my first cat come back to me... just another strange coincidence.
We talked a bit after - I didn't cry after they injected her. We even kind of joked about how she might let me know she was ok - I figured I'd wake up bleeding or with an insulin syringe sticking out of my arm. Something like that. As we were talking, I still had my arms around her and her paw was resting over my arm. I held her like that for a long time. I only let go when everyone was leaving the room for a little bit and my vet came around to hug me. Then we were alone for the last time. I cried a little but I was mostly just so overwhelmed by the emptiness I feel.
I received some wonderful emails from friends and coworkers. Pretty much everyone except my BF/ex-BF who is now firmly an EX. He knew we were going, was relieved I think that my mom was going with me so he could be excused from any obligation. He never emailed anything, except to thank me for a link I sent to Kasha's pics. I'm sick inside that I missed out on so much time with Kasha by being in that relationship.
Blue and I went to my parents' to spend the night - I just couldn't be at my house. She's always been here with me. I cannot comprehend how she could be gone.
I must say, I completely understand those stories of people who throw themselves onto a funeral pyre or whatever in their grief.
Thank you to everyone on this board for all the help and support you've given us over the last 6 mos. We came so close to getting her OTJ... And you were all there to support us when we lost Big Cat in May and when Blue had his surgery in June. Not to mention the countless times I felt so hopeless with Kasha's diabetes, her kidney infection, dental issues and finally, her cancers. Even my vet said it was unusual for a cat to have more than one type of cancer - usually it's just one primary one that can or cannot be dealt with. In our case, we were beating the lymphoma, but then it seems there were at least 1, possibly 2 more cancers at work in her. I don't know why this happens. I don't know why all the things that happened to us this year had to happen all at once. I am grateful for all of you. I was crying over your posts in this condo, crying over the candles on gratefulness.org and crying as I read your own condos and mentioned my little girl.
I will be back to check in here in LL - I also told my vet to feel free to give my name to anyone when she diagnoses diabetes, so that they don't start off all alone like we did. I'm probably not going to be very visible for a while - I think I'm going to get in my car and go away for a few days because it's just really hard to be at home after being on such a strict schedule with all of her care and now I have no schedule at all. It's impossible to sleep thru the night when I still feel like I need to wake up and check on her, give her a snack, etc. Life without her is not something I look forward to becoming accustomed to. I feel more alone than I can remember feeling.
I received a letter from my ex -Kasha's "daddy" - last week. That's when he first heard of Kasha's cancer. He wrote: "She was our first child. The boys we adopted, but Kasha we went looking for. I'm not sure how you picked out just the perfect personality out of all the cats at the pound, but you definitely found just the little girl we needed... I can still feel her claws on my arms. That funny little bounce she does when you chase her... I cannot imagine how you feel. I know how much you two mean to each other."
A final word: Kasha was/is the best girl I could have ever asked for. She was my best friend for 17 1/2 yrs... I've had other cats during that time, but none was ever like Kasha. Our bond was completely different - I knew years ago that it was going to be immensely painful to lose her, that I should have somehow been able to control myself to keep from falling so hopelessly in love with her. But it was already too late. The kitty that I thought I'd never love as much as my first cat became the love of my life. A friend wrote to me yesterday and said she had no doubt that we were/are soulmates. I hope Iorwen was correct when she told me that familiars are bonded to us forever and that she will find me again. I will always be looking for her.