Today I had to put one of our cats to sleep. Out of nowhere Polly got really sick, really fast.
For those of y’all that don’t know Polly’s History:
Polly once belonged to my mother’s best friend, Jan. When Jan adopted her, Polly was on her way to the “Kitty Death Row” because she didn’t like children. But Jan said that was fine with her cause she didn’t really like children that much either!
Jan never had any kids but spoiled Polly like she was her child and spent the next few years making Polly so damn rotting that NO ONE could stand her! When Jan died very unexpectedly one Christmas morning no one was sure what to do with Polly. At first everyone thought it would be best to put her to sleep. Polly had always been mean and Jan was the only person she even liked. But my mother wouldn’t hear of it and brought her home to me.
Polly lived with me for nine years and I’m pretty sure she hated me every minute of them. At times she felt more like a burden than a pet. She was mean to my kids, if she was mad at you she would pee in your room or on your things, she stole food off the table, and about 1,000 more things I could bitch about.
But last year when my cat Sunny and Sidney’s cat Samson were attacked by a dog, it was Polly that save the day but kicking the dog’s butt and sending it back down the road!
No matter what I always knew that I had to keep her. No one else would have her and a shelter would have to put her to sleep because she would be to mean to place in a home.
I was pretty sure that she was so mean that her ‘hate’ would out live us all. But out of nowhere, she just started to lose weight. Really it was over night she became just bones. She stopped eating and drinking. She started breathing really hard. Then last week her hair started falling out leaving bald spots all over her. I talked it over with my mom and family and we decided it would just be best to put her down.
I so thought I was ‘cool’ with it, but today when I loaded her up to go, I got a pain in my chest. It’s been there all day. When they asked me at the SPCA if I wanted to say “Good-Bye” to her, I climb down on the floor with her and tried to pet her. And for the first time in nine years that cat let me love and pet on her. And right now I’m crying for that damn mean old cat.
I really hope she is happy now and back with Jan.
I took these photos of her last year when she was in great health:
This photo I took April 8th, right before she started to get sick. (Yes, that is my Sunny in the background!) It’s the last photo I ever took of her:
