Here’s part two of my story. Thanks for reading. Flash forward to August of 2010 when we noticed something growing on Ellie May’s neck. We called her vet (my cousin the vet again.) And he told he would like to see her in the office. So we took her to the vet’s and the vet told us that they are tumors. (He said in cats they are trouble but in dogs not so much.) And that he can’t take them off but because of her age (she is seventeen and a half years old at this point.) She could die from the anesthesia. But because she had the insides of an eleven-year-old cat (very healthy for her age) she could come out just fine! So we went ahead with the surgery. Ellie May have to stay over night at the kitty hospital just for safety sake.
The next day we brought Ellie May home from the vets and her nurses told us she was a lady in the back there and ate her food like a good girl. I was pleased that my Ellie May was going to be ok. Fast-forward a few months later like in November. And we saw more things growing on her neck again. So back to the vet she went. He looked at her and told us I think it’s the end just make her comfy. At this point I cried like blubbering whale. My parents said to me, “this is the end and she will go down when too far along.” and I was like, “Ok. But if she dies I want to give her proper burial.” My parents said, “That’s fine. We have no problem with that.”
So the days go by and Ellie May starts to get more sores on her neck and chest, her fur on her chest is falling off, she’s starting to smell bad (pe-u!) and we have to give baths like every three days to keep the smell coming from her down somewhat, we put old towels on the places she lays cause her sores would get bigger, scab over, and then start to bleed (her chest was all reddish/brownish from the blood from the sores.), and stuff like that. So I got spend my last Christmas with my Ellie May and it was a good one!
Then comes January of 2011. We were taking down our Christmass tree (we had it half way at this point.) And we see Ellie May going under the tree in the corner and we were like, “Ellie May get out of there.” She ran out then we start to take more of the tree down when me and my dad start to smell something icky. We were like, “What’s that smell? Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff . . . ” as we lean the tree to the side to see more, we see Ellie May numbered two-ed and we were like, “Aw, man Ellie May.” We cleaned it up knowing this was a sign that she had taken a turn for the worst.
She then starts lying in front of the heater under some shelves we have in the kitchen and only comes out for water. (Which is pawing from the water bowl so, I now have to give her own little dish of water.) It was heartbreaking. So then on the week of January 20th comes when my mom and dad sat me down and said to me, “we talked to the vet (my cousin) and we all think it’s time to put Ellie May down so on Thursday the 20th she will go down. We thought long and hard but now she is suffering and we want to end it so she can be ok.” I just sat there and cried like blubbering whale the rest of the week.
Then on January 20, 2011 I went into the kitchen to feed her her breakfast and gave her a hug and a kiss and told her I loved her and that she’s the best cat a girl could have and that you will always be my furry little BFF and that you be good in kitty heaven. Then placed her back where she was as I’m crying my hardest I’ve ever cried. My dad came home from work and took her to the vet and just like she was gone. Out my life forever. My dad told me as he held me while I’m crying into his arms that she went without a fight and just went right to sleep. (That part made me feels a little better knowing how she went.) Then my mom came home from work later that night and she held me in her arms and she told me it was going to be ok. (As I’m still crying.) After a few days I started to feel better about my Ellie May. We then buried her at my Grandpa’s house (my Dad’s father.) My Dad found a nice spot for her to R.I.P. I said my final good byes and was crying as he placed her in the ground.
A week after her passing the lottery numbers for our state come on and the numbers twenty-one (my b-day) and fourteen (Ellie May’s b-day), was that not crazy or what? That made me smile. I miss my Ellie May very much everyday but I know each day gets better and better. I still my midnight and love her everyday like I did my Ellie May. Sometimes I think Midnite misses Ellie May. I love you Ellie May. You were my number one kitty in my heart and life. Hope your having in kitty heaven having a good time. Now that you know the back-story of my cat Ellie May here’s my question for all of you to help me with.
As you have read above my Ellie May pass away this year in January. I was so torn up about it inside and out and even my mom and dad were tore up about it. So now onto my question, it’s been months now since her passing and I’m started to feel better about it! I’ve been going to local animal shelters web sites to see what kind of kitties there are my mom said that a step in the right direction. I also have a name picked out for the new kitty (I would like a female, black and white and domesticated short hair! Just like my Ellie May was!) Sunshine. Nicknamed: sunny for short. But I feel I’m still not ready to still get a kitty! I feel like my Ellie May would be replaced to quickly or I feel that Ellie May will be like “what u replacing me how dare you. Aw no way!” What would you do in my case I just need some help on the story. How do I get over the feeling of making sure that Ellie May was the number one cat in my life without feeling the way I feel?