Linda and Bear Man
Member Since 2009
Miss Emily passed away peacefully at home on May 19, at the age of 18 years. I would like to thank all of you who lit candles and sent hugs and condolences our way. It has helped me so much in the last few days.
Emily was hospitalized one week prior to her death with an episode of respiratory distress and GI bleeding. Tests showed that she had fluid in her chest and was anemic due to blood loss. While Emily had bravely battled crippling arthritis, renal disease, and pancreatitis, I knew that we were finally up against a battle which could not be won. During the last week, Emily secluded herself and ate very little. I knew that I did not want to see her go into another episode of respiratory distress. I am grateful that on Wednesday she had a great day. On Thursday she sent me a sign that she was ready to go. She stopped eating and she had to work harder at breathing. During the morning, Teddy and I were able to lie with her, talk to her, cuddle with her, and say our good-byes. Early in the afternoon, the vet came to the house to set her free. When Emily reached the Bridge and was re-united with Bear and her beloved older sister, Grace, she sent a sunbeam back to let me know that she was safe, and to keep Teddy warm.
Emily was my second cat. I wanted a companion for Grace, and adopted Emily, an 8 month old feral kitten. I first saw her at the Humane Society in a cage with her two brothers (the shelter had named them Larry, Curly, and Moe - Emily was Curly back then). I fell in love with her, and she and Grace became instant best friends. Emily was always shy due to her feral background. She had beautiful green eyes, and white fur as thick and soft as a rabbit's. She was always a lady. She led a long and good life, and I will miss her terribly.
Kitten Emily
Emily, Teddy, and Bear Man
Miss Emily's beautiful eyes
Young Emily at the cottage
On her last morning
Emily was hospitalized one week prior to her death with an episode of respiratory distress and GI bleeding. Tests showed that she had fluid in her chest and was anemic due to blood loss. While Emily had bravely battled crippling arthritis, renal disease, and pancreatitis, I knew that we were finally up against a battle which could not be won. During the last week, Emily secluded herself and ate very little. I knew that I did not want to see her go into another episode of respiratory distress. I am grateful that on Wednesday she had a great day. On Thursday she sent me a sign that she was ready to go. She stopped eating and she had to work harder at breathing. During the morning, Teddy and I were able to lie with her, talk to her, cuddle with her, and say our good-byes. Early in the afternoon, the vet came to the house to set her free. When Emily reached the Bridge and was re-united with Bear and her beloved older sister, Grace, she sent a sunbeam back to let me know that she was safe, and to keep Teddy warm.
Emily was my second cat. I wanted a companion for Grace, and adopted Emily, an 8 month old feral kitten. I first saw her at the Humane Society in a cage with her two brothers (the shelter had named them Larry, Curly, and Moe - Emily was Curly back then). I fell in love with her, and she and Grace became instant best friends. Emily was always shy due to her feral background. She had beautiful green eyes, and white fur as thick and soft as a rabbit's. She was always a lady. She led a long and good life, and I will miss her terribly.
Kitten Emily
Emily, Teddy, and Bear Man
Miss Emily's beautiful eyes
Young Emily at the cottage
On her last morning
