Looking at Kinny, our old cat gasping before she left this world. We patted her, told her that we loved her over and over again. Hoping that she would go in peace. Hoping that she would be freed from the torture that she was dealing with.
Kinny lost her eyesight a few days ago and from that instant, her condition deteriorated. she was depressed. Refused to eat and drink. We stopped force feeding her because she seemed to be in pain when we did it. So, we decided not to prolong her suffer and tried to encourage her eating on her own. It got better a few days ago and she seemed alright yesterday, walking around the garden which she loved so much.
Today, she was unable to walk. She meowed at me for the last time. It was a weak one. Later, the breathing got shallower and shallower until she gave her last breath and passed away. It was something unexpected. But somehow, deep inside me, I was relieved that she left us. It was just too painful to witness her behaving that way. Not wanting to respond to our calls, perhaps because she was too weak to, or perhaps she was too depressed to do so. Sigh, I suppose when it's time to go, it's time to go.
We gave her a proper burial at our front garden. A place she loved so much. A place we thought appropriate for her. For a cat who had brought us so much joy and happiness.
Oh, Kinny...You were so much loved by everyone in the family. And you were very much pampered by papa too. For the past 13 years, papa in his senior years never had once missed your yearly vaccination appointment. He gave you the best food. He changed your diet to "low salt diet" when your vet confirmed that you had reached the right age.
Oh I remember you and your peculiar drinking habit- drinking straight from the pipe water. My family blamed me for spoiling you. But they had it all wrong. When you were still in Japan, you had always liked looking at flowing water. You would just stare at the water for a long time, and sometimes even made splashes to satisfy your curiosity. I don't know when you started the drinking habit but oh yes, you would sit in front of the water pipe and wait for people to come and turn the pipe on. And you being the fussy one wanted the water flow to be slim and slender. You would refuse to drink if the water was too "thick". Yeah, yeah, as if the water tasted different when the size was bigger. Or perhaps you would choke on the fast flow? Imagining you drinking always puts a smile on my face...
I have to agree that among the most memorable memories would be that you, after me giving birth to Sya, insisted to sleep beside Sya's cot. Yes, you were baby Sya's guardian. You would come to me if Sya's awake. Meowing to me if I was too busy to notice. It was very much appreciated Kinny...I would remind Sya when he grows up that, he once had a cat babysitter named Kinny...
When I came home for good this year, my family had told me that I, was the reason for you to hang on to all these years. Is it true Kinny? Were you waiting for me? Poor Kinny, I have come home for you too. You were part of my family and you were the reason for me to come home. Yeah, I do apologize. And 4 years were indeed too long. Too long for a cat. So here, I would like to say this to you, "Omataseshimashita, sorry for kept you waiting all this while. You had always been in my mind. The last two months we spent together was wonderful and I love you so much Kinny"
One of the few last pictures of Kinny, taken last month