This is the post I never wanted to write… Well, I might have been ok writing it in another 15 or 20 years… Maybe (yes, I realize that’s not realistic, but a girl’s gotta dream)…
Martini went to be with the angels yesterday afternoon. After her bout with pancreatitis landed her at the vet for an overnight stay for IV fluids, I went to visit her yesterday hoping that she would be feeling perky and mad about being stuck in a cage and ready to go home. Sadly, she wasn’t improving, and she hadn’t eaten at all. She purred and purred when she saw me, and Jon and I spent awhile petting her and scratching her chin. But it was clear that there was no longer a hope for a good quality of life. I’m just comforted by the fact that she was purring at the end.
But instead of thinking about how heartbroken I am, I want to think about how my joy she brought to my life and how she is now in a better place. So, I thought I would share a little about the life she lived.
Martini came to me on February 5, 2004, from the Alternative Humane Society. She had gotten a death row reprieve from them, because she had been at the regular Humane Society and was slated for euthanasia. She got been there for about 4 months, and had gotten kennel stress and started biting people who came to see her. They told me she was between three and four years old, but she could have been several years older than that. The Alternative Humane Society was so excited that someone wanted her (I saw her pic on the website and called about her), that they had her spayed and delivered her still groggy to my house! Where she hid in my closet for the next three days.
On the third night, she came out of the closet and climbed up on my bed. Where she slept every night for the rest of her life, except for three nights she spent in the vet’s office. They had said she was picked up as a stray, but once she settled in, it was clear that she had a family at one point. She just loved being around people too much. She loved sitting on my lap, and hated when I gave any attention to my other cats.
Although she was a lover, she had a very strong personality. She made it known when she wasn’t pleased about something; she had a long list of things that made her mad… Rubbing her belly for too long, touching her paws, brushing her and pulling on her hair to get the mats out, repositioning her if she was sitting on your lap and you wanted to reach for something, trimming her claws, giving her pills, letting the other cats sit next to you… Like I said, it was a long list.
We had a bad scare in 2009 when she became violently ill with uncontrollable vomiting. A night at the emergency vet for IV fluids perked her up, but three weeks later she was severely ill again. A referral to the ultrasound specialist saved her life, revealing that she had a protein allergy. Once we knew that’s what it was, changing her food put her on the path to recovery. But she wanted everything that was bad for her. She trolled around the kitchen, looking to cash in on our rookie mistakes. Once, she grabbed a giant steak that was marinating on the counter and managed to get it under the bed, where she was gnawing on it when Jon found her. Over the years, she absconded with strips of prosciutto, slices of pizza and chunks of chicken. She grabbed chunks of canned tuna from the sink, and once, when feeling particularly desperate (she was fasting for a blood test), got into the garbage and made a sad meal out of a tomato.
But it wasn’t all hijinks and grumpiness. Martini loved to snuggle. She slept with me every night, in her later years preferring a spot under the covers to keep warm. She snuggled in by my chest, and when I rolled over, she would tiptoe up over my head and take her position back up on the other side. She loved to scare Jon by being next to him staring at him when he woke up with a cat in his face! She never tired of nap-time and loved those lazy weekend days when I would take a nap in the afternoon. She loved to sit with me for TV watching, movies or just visiting with friends. She was content just being with me.
I will miss my sweet kitty. I already do. I will treasure the nine years I got to spend with her.