R.I.P. Fig the forest cat
// December 20th, 2008 // 1 Comment » // Everyday, Photos, Stories, Video Blogs
I watched my cat die this morning.
We were all packed and happy in my car, he had stopped meowing incessantly and I was playing him some music that he likes. Happy cat napping in his cage, happy Wendy driving down the freeway. All of the sudden, Fig let out a loud distress meow and I looked over and he was on his side, paws moving in the air. I thought for a second maybe I had turned too hard and he fell over, but I immediately realized something was wrong because he was twitching and his mouth was open. I pulled over and freaked out. Called boyfriend, somewhat hysterical, and he told me to take the cage out of the car because maybe Fig just needed fresh air. No. He was lying on his side, mouth open, eyes large and black, still except for the occasional chock for air. I didn’t know what to do. I was calling his name, waving hand in front of his face, no signs of recognition. Then his stomach stopped moving and I knew he was gone.
Drove quickly to a vet hospital that happened to be down the road and one of the vets came out with a stethoscope.. He was gone. They offered to let me take him all the way back (at least 7 more hours of driving) so I could bury him, but I said no. They offered for me to say goodbye to him and look at him, but I said no. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him like that. I didn’t want my last image, or any image, of Fig to be like that.
Fig was a fantastic companion. He always knew when I was coming home and would be waiting in the window or at the door. In the morning when I would leave, he’d follow me to the front door where I’d pet him and give him a treat before I left. He’d always sleep at the foot of my bed and come running towards my head in the middle of the night when an arm slipped from under the blanket (he thought that meant time to pet him). He followed me around the house like a little puppy and made me feel less scared and lonely. A big part of the reason I chose my new apartment was because it had a lot of windows for him to look out of during the day. He had a weird obsession with apple pie and touching me with his paw when he wanted something.
I loved Fig. I will miss my little Norwegian forest cat :( Rest in peace.
Fig attacks the Pink Poof from Wendyness on Vimeo.
