Goodbye Millie

October 26, 1999 - March 19, 2012

Tonight we had to say goodbye to Millie.  She was an interesting cat.  She was a lot of fun when we first got her but when we took her to the vet to be declawed and spayed something happened to her there and she  was never the same.  She was so traumatized that she became afraid of everyone and everything.  She would run and hide when the doorbell rang or even if you just said the word "company."  She was no longer cuddly and you couldn't hold her for very long.  She did let us cut her bib hair. It would get so long that she couldn't bend her head back far enough to get it out of her mouth.  In this photo the bib hair was trimmed about 2" or so.  She would let me trim it but I had to be quick.  And it took two to trim the hair between her toes, which grew over 2" too.  And she HATED to have her feet touched at all.  She even growled because she herself touched her back foot with her front one while she was sort of sleeping.  WOW, huh???  LOL

She did occasionally climb up on my lap but she preferred to sit on the arm of the chair, especially if the TV remote was there.  I guess she liked to keep it warm!  She didn't really associate much with the other 2 cats either.  She preferred to be by herself. 

She was a soft fluffy kitty.  She was part Ragamuffin.  They are a branch off the Ragdoll cat family.  

She got diabetes and her health just went down from there over time.  The last few days her health declined SO much.  And today she was just laying around, not eating and barely moving.  She struggled to lift her head.  It was a tough decision but we had to take her in.  I just didn't want her to die of starvation. 

She had a good life here.  We tolerated her behavior and allowed her to be who she was.  Unlike KC, Millie's death was expected due to her age and failing health.  It is much easier to accept when you know it's coming.  So tonight we said goodbye to Millie.  I gently held her for one last time and I kissed her head one last time and now she is free of any pain and she didn't suffer.

Wow, that is two cats within 9 months.  I told Boo she better stay healthy.  And Bella Jean, well... I didn't say anything to her. She's only 2 years old and is full of life and the naughtiness that goes along with her age!!!

I'm missing her already,

Wanda