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Emma didn’t like people, she liked strangers even less, so when I first started to come to her home to visit my new boyfriend Tom she hid under the couch or the bed. One time she managed to shove herself under a bookshelf, and I was worried she was in pain or would get stuck. Tom just explained to me that he saved her from Kitty-Auschwitz and her dislike of strangers is the driving factor in her life.

One morning I woke up and she was purring while rubbing her face against mine. I knew the cats would wake tom up each morning to feed them, I figured she thought I was Tom, so I got up and feed them. But as soon as they were feed Emma went back to refusing to be in the same room with me.after several months she grew less and less terrified of me. Any morning I would awake in Tom’s apartment I would be greeted by Emma in her happiest moments of the day. Not being a morning person, a lot of this was lost on me.

When Tom and I moved in together I wondered what Emma would think of having me around all the time. I felt bad for her. She would only allow people to pet her when they were lying down and when she did her purring was so loud I worried she might injure herself. I had always bought john and Emma things I thought they would enjoy. Tom usually called me crazy for most of the purchases I made. I bought them a kitty fountain when I found out they liked to drink from the sink. When we moved in I wanted Emma to have a place to hide and a place to feel tall, so I bought her a seven foot cat tree. She loved it instantly. I also bought her a brush that mounted to the wall so she could rub against it, since she wouldn’t let tom or I brush her. It didn’t take, even after covering it with cat nip.

Emma finally began to warm up to me after living together for about a month but I couldn’t stand it when she would run from the room whenever I entered. So I decided to start what I called kitty-therapy. I began to push her boundaries. I started by sneaking up on her, grabbing her and petting her while she struggled to get away. I would hold her and pet her until she calmed down and then I would let her wander way. Once she was ok with that I would do the same thing but would have her on my lap. I normally had to do this before Tom came home because he hated it. Emma would scream so he called it kitty-torture. Eventually I was able to pick up Emma. This was when Tom started to like kitty therapy and was finally willing to do it too. He had Emma for over ten years and had never been able to hold her.

She was finally becoming a socialized cat, she wouldn’t run from the room if we entered. The only thing she did that was skittish was when company was over she would tend to leave the room slowly if she hadn’t seen that person many times. Sometimes she would even allow visitors to pet her which was my next stage of kitty therapy.

After our move she wasn’t doing well. Tom worried the move was too much for such an old kitty. She hid in the two back rooms; she didn’t come to the front to get food or water very often. She drank from the bathtub in the mornings and didn’t seem interested in food. We moved a bowl of water into the bathroom and started to feed her there too since she felt comfortable there, but she still wasn’t eating much and had lost a lot of weight. Tom took her to the vet and I was sure he was going to come home with some new medications for her. But the vet told him to stop giving her the thyroid medication until they could get the blood test results. The vet gave her subcutaneous hydration and cleaned her up quite a bit. She seemed much better after her trip to the vet. The wait for the phone call about the results was horrible, but I was still firm in my belief she would be better soon. I have a charmed life and this was too horrible to happen.

Parents aren’t supposed to have favorites but Emma was always my favorite, she was the complicated one. She purred the loudest and sang for me several nights a week. I watched her grow and change over the course of the seven years. She was daddy’s little girl.

We found out Saturday her kidney’s were failing. She wasn’t going to get better, we could extend her life if we took her to a special pet hospital that would hook her up to an IV and other such medical things that she wouldn’t like. She would have to deal with lots of strangers doing things she didn’t like to her. Tom has had three cats John Emma and Declan, Declan died alone at the vet and Tom has never forgiven himself. This has been really hard on Tom, He has had Emma his entire adult life and now she is dying from the same thing that killed his father earlier this year. He kept saying over and over, “I don’t know what to do.”

We finally decided not to take her in to extend her life. She had stopped eating completely and was drinking as much water as I was. We hoped she would go in her sleep soon. We invited her favorite person Michelle to come say goodbye, it was the first time she purred all day. I took Monday off of work to be with her so she wouldn’t be alone. Tom had taken Sunday of to spend the day with her too. When Tom came home from work we decided with tears running down our cheeks that it was time. I already miss her.

Emma Peel and John Steed

Emma in the spotlight

Her cute little paw

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Nov. 7th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC)
awwwww.....Monkey I am so sorry. Losing a pet is like losing a close family member. Be happy knowing you gave her such a good life. *hugs*
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
Nov. 7th, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC)
*Big hugs*.
We lost our Coco the same way earlier this year. That kidney failure is just awful. I'm so sorry to hear about this, but at least she isn't suffering anymore.
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:28 pm (UTC)
That's what I keep telling myself. Thank you.
Nov. 7th, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)
OK, I just teared up big time.

I have four obnoxious furry critters (cats) at home. I can feel the loss you guys are going through.

Thank you for having been good kitty daddies for her, and taking care of her the right way right up to the end.

Nov. 8th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Although I knew we were doing the right thing it sure didn't feel like it. It really does help to hear people say we did the right thing.
Nov. 7th, 2006 07:52 pm (UTC)
Nov. 7th, 2006 08:15 pm (UTC)
I am so very sorry for your loss. My house is full of cats, dogs and a parakeet. My daughter and I love animals and last month we had to put our beloved 15 year old cat to sleep. Binky had been my family before my teenager was even born and I am still grieving for him. I with I could tell you that you will feel better soon but it is a process. I find that I do not think about him everyday anymore. When I do think about him I still want to cry but I know that I made the best decision I could for him and you both did the same. That is some comfort even if you don't feel it yet. Again, I am truly sorry for your loss.
Nov. 7th, 2006 08:22 pm (UTC)
oh the poor little baby...
i'm sorry to hear this my monkey pal
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
Nov. 7th, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
I was never a cat person until I moved in with Lee and acquired two of my own. I know now that I'll be heartbroken when it's their time.

Sorry about your loss.
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
Nov. 7th, 2006 11:15 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry to read this monkey. I know how much she meant to you.

You and Tom are in my thoughts.

Nov. 8th, 2006 05:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I will pass your message on to Tom. I hope you are doing well and getting settled in.
Nov. 8th, 2006 12:32 am (UTC)
She was a beauty and a lady, and she'll be sorely missed. I'm so glad I got to meet her, and even to pet her. Huge hugs to all of you.
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
Nov. 8th, 2006 12:56 am (UTC)
i'm sorry she's gone. i'm glad i got to meet her.
Nov. 8th, 2006 03:15 am (UTC)
Such a pretty kitty but this brought back memories of when I had to take my Gus to the vet a few years ago to let him go. I had known the moment would come . I had taken him to the vet a year or two before the end came and found out he had thyroid and kidney problems; problems my finances couldn't really cope with.
There were several times when I would look at him and realize he wasn't long for this world and the sadness would come upon me.
When the day came he was really weak, could barely speak and when I took him to the car his usual vociferous objections were reduced to a pathetic meow.
I held him in my arms when the vet injected the sedative and I felt him relax; I knew then how much pain he must have been in because his relaxation was so complete and when the fatal injection was administered he just slipped away. I shed water for him. The doc looked at me funny (or so I thought) but I didn't care.

I'd raised him from a kitten when my upstairs neighbor asked me to care for him for the night because her cat didn't like having kittens around. We bonded that night and spent the next 13 or so years together.
I know how you feel.
Nov. 8th, 2006 01:23 pm (UTC)
I type this with tears in my eyes. I'm so sorry to hear this about Emma. I've never met her but your description made me feel as if i did. She was beautiful.

*hugs* to you both.

Nov. 8th, 2006 05:46 pm (UTC)
thank you.
Nov. 8th, 2006 01:54 pm (UTC)
Hugs from me and licks from Gollum. Losing a pet is always so sad.
Nov. 8th, 2006 05:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Licks from Gollum really appreciated.
Nov. 13th, 2006 06:28 am (UTC)
I know it's hard. Sorry it has taken me till now to see this post. You know my number if you need to talk. I really know how you feel. Hugs to you and Tom, so sorry for your loss.
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