im literally just going to say everything that happened last night and this morning.
last night before we put her in my room she suddenly started meowing just..so so much. like when she saw me she chirrpd a weird sound because her throat was all weird from the vomiting..
i was cleaning her nose goo (crusties and snot that had built up) when she just suddenly started peeing on me, i put her in the litter box and she just laid in it. she couldnt lift her head, and when she tried she was moving sloppily.
we put her in my room, kind of just..assuming she didnt have much time left because she couldnt even move her paws. and she ate a few bites of food before we went to bed! she ate and drank and i got so excited i pet her and she was purring for the first time in maybe a week or two.
she laid in bed at my side for a few hours, still meowing and curled on my side like she did the first night we had her. she kept me up almost all night, just like she had the whole time she slept with me.
and then at like maybe 3 am? she went to the end of the bed where i had a towel set up, just incase she peed or something, and meowed through the night. i kept a hand on her back and she seemed fine with it.
i woke up at 5, and she wasnt meowing.
i shook her a bit, i messed with her whiskers and even pinched her ear before trying to pick her up, she was rigid and didnt react to anything i did. i got adrian and he said he wanted me to give her a pet for him before moving her.
i got what i needed to store her until we can get her body taken care of, and when i was done, the spot was still warm. her body was still warm. the towel she laid on had litter from where i brushed it off of her paws and stomach, trying to clean her before we went to sleep. i folded up the towel a few hours later, keeping all the litter inside, and not letting a single hair escape.
i havent been able to bring myself to sit in her spot, or smooth it out. ive just sat on the couch all day, scared to even go in my room. theres still an indent where she laid. the spot is no longer warm. neither is she, resting in the cold and dark, but i pet her for a bit before putting her in, apologizing for the treatment her body would go through.
she was hard, her paws bent stiffly for me to put her inside. i closed her eyes, but they didnt sit like human ones, so they will forever be a little bit open. her tongue was out, so i wiped her mouth with a papertowel and tried to put it back in, but her jaw was stuck. i apologized if it hurt her, even though she couldnt feel it anymore.
i hope she knows she was loved, even through the antibiotics and bath that one time.
i think she was on her first life, third at most because she was a little silly. she pawd at doors that were closed, even the closet door, that was wide open. one time at the walls of the bathtub!
i hope she is happy wherever she is, i hope she can move again, the weight off of her body, and play with all the toys she could possibly want. we never figured out exactly what kind of toy she liked. the pink heart dangle from the dollar tree was her favorite, but she loved the tennis balls from the target too.
i hope whoever took care of her before us misses her as much as we do, despite them loosing her. we lost her too, just in a different way.
we miss you muffin. i miss you muffin.
we’ll put something for you for our ofrenda this year, little lady.
