Sunday, December 19, 2010
Last weekend I cried more than I have in a long time. I cried until I thought my heart would break, then cried some more. Callie had been my constant companion since my husband got sick five years ago. She let me cry into her fur, snuggled with me during the night, head-butted me to let me know she cared, and listened as only a cat can do.
So passed the weekend. Despite seeing the suffering in her eyes, she tried to act as if not much was wrong. Somehow she managed to jump the three feet onto the bed and wanted to be petted. She even found the strength to jump from the toilet onto the vanity, and just hours before her death, took a long drink from the running faucet, something she did just about every morning. On Monday afternoon, Phil, Sarah, and I took Callie to the vet for the final time. She was a fighter to the end, requiring two doses of tranquilizer before the vet could give her the final injection that ended her life.
We will miss Callie, yet we have fond memories of her. The way she climbed my drapes when we first got her (she ruined them!), how she climbed the Christmas tree, making her paw bleed profusely after having her claws removed, eating turkey grease from the roasting pan and becoming terribly ill. And these all happened in the first six months we had her! She was a Calico through and through, having the fiesty personality they are famous for. She mellowed throughout the 11 years of her life, except when it came to defending her buddy Klaus from our dog. Thank you, Callie, for filling our lives with laughter and love.