We had our cat Isabella put to sleep this week. After following all the vet’s suggestions, she was not getting any better and we felt it was best. She was 12 1/2.
As part of the grieving process with the kids, we have been talking about her life with us. These are some of my good memories:
When I got her from my friend, I was still living in the dorm at CWRU and snuck her into my room, litterbox and all, for the last few weeks before school let out. While I searched for an apartment, she lived in her own temporary housing with 2 of my friends and then with my brother and his girl-friend. When I moved into my apartment, she was very playful…she would play fetch with a necklace of mine (something I had never seen a cat do before). She also had this crazy box fetish. She couldn’t bear to walk by an open box without pawing the flap again and again. Sometimes she would do it in the night for what seemed like hours, switching paws back and forth as one got tired. When I was pregnant with my son and reliant on one of those BIG body pillows to manage any comfort and sleep at night, she slept on it right next to my belly. She would even move over and rejoin me when I had to switch sides every hour or so. After my son was born, she would sleep on my lap pushed up against him as he would nurse and she continued that tradition after my daughter was born. In the last year or so , as the kids have gotten older, they learned how to pet her gently and how to help take care of her. She was a big part of our family.
She will be missed.