granadilla
Member Since 2015
I said goodbye to Marshmallow on Monday. She got progressively weaker over the weekend and she was only eating a little bit even though she was on appetite stims and she wasn't purring or meowing. On Sunday she sat in my lap for 45 minutes, which she had never done before. She used to sit in my lap for 5 minutes once every couple of months. I think it was her way of saying goodbye and letting me hold her. On Monday morning she was very lethargic and hiding in the closet so I knew our time was up.
A friend found a vet clinic that was open on Monday. I sat and held her and told her stories about what made her so unique and lovable. I told her that her big sister Cinnamon would be waiting to greet her. When I was ready, my friend went and got the vet and I held her on my lap until the end.
Poor kitty went through the ringer this year. I’m so very sad but I know it was the right thing to do and she was ready.
Thirteen years ago my boss told me that a stray cat had moved in under her porch and had kittens. I called all the shelters in town but it was “kitten season” and none of the shelters had room. I borrowed humane traps, nabbed the kittens and took them home with me. (I did TNR with the mama cat; she was too feral to keep.)
The kittens were totally feral but after about three weeks of food and attention, they were happy little domestic kitties. Here’s Marshmallow at about 12 weeks.
I wasn’t planning on keeping any of the kittens but whenever someone would ask me about the kitten with the white face and paws, I’d offer them another kitten instead. I think she stole my heart from the get-go, it just took me a little while to figure it out for myself.
As she grew up she followed my older cat, Cinnamon, around and copied everything Cinnamon did. She was such a copycat! ("Cinnamon says it's nap time now! Okay, here I come!")
Marshmallow was the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. She would gaze at me with her big green eyes and then snuggle up to me and purr like a motor. In winter I’d wake up to find her wedged against my back for warmth. When I took her to a new vet a few months ago, he laughed when he took her out of the carrier. I asked why he was laughing and he said, “Her name suits her.” I said, “Yes. She’s soft and squishy and super sweet. She is a Marshmallow.”
I will miss her funny little behaviors and little squeaky mews. She was only 11 pounds but my apartment feels so empty without her. She had a big presence for a little creature. I hope she is chasing Cinnamon around on the other side of the Bridge and enjoying cozy naps in the sun.
A friend found a vet clinic that was open on Monday. I sat and held her and told her stories about what made her so unique and lovable. I told her that her big sister Cinnamon would be waiting to greet her. When I was ready, my friend went and got the vet and I held her on my lap until the end.
Poor kitty went through the ringer this year. I’m so very sad but I know it was the right thing to do and she was ready.
Thirteen years ago my boss told me that a stray cat had moved in under her porch and had kittens. I called all the shelters in town but it was “kitten season” and none of the shelters had room. I borrowed humane traps, nabbed the kittens and took them home with me. (I did TNR with the mama cat; she was too feral to keep.)
The kittens were totally feral but after about three weeks of food and attention, they were happy little domestic kitties. Here’s Marshmallow at about 12 weeks.
I wasn’t planning on keeping any of the kittens but whenever someone would ask me about the kitten with the white face and paws, I’d offer them another kitten instead. I think she stole my heart from the get-go, it just took me a little while to figure it out for myself.
As she grew up she followed my older cat, Cinnamon, around and copied everything Cinnamon did. She was such a copycat! ("Cinnamon says it's nap time now! Okay, here I come!")
Marshmallow was the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. She would gaze at me with her big green eyes and then snuggle up to me and purr like a motor. In winter I’d wake up to find her wedged against my back for warmth. When I took her to a new vet a few months ago, he laughed when he took her out of the carrier. I asked why he was laughing and he said, “Her name suits her.” I said, “Yes. She’s soft and squishy and super sweet. She is a Marshmallow.”
I will miss her funny little behaviors and little squeaky mews. She was only 11 pounds but my apartment feels so empty without her. She had a big presence for a little creature. I hope she is chasing Cinnamon around on the other side of the Bridge and enjoying cozy naps in the sun.
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Beautiful pictures; lovely, poignant story you've told here - thank you so very much for sharing this with us when I know how much you're hurting. I know that I'm not the only one here writing to you with tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat and many hugs in my heart, that I'm sending to you now, at this very moment. 
My deepest sympathies - Robin
