This morning, we found our little precious baby dead. My baby was just too far gone and her little body just gave out. I knew the time was near and she let go and, hopefully, is now in peace wherever kitties go. I hate to say this but I am glad she passed during the night because we had planned to take her into the vet on Friday and put her down. This way is so much easier. That is selfish but making the decision is hard and more painful. And when we took Shawn in, it was one of the toughest things I did.
Scout's death is hitting me harder than Shawn's death. She was our first baby and our last baby. She was such a sweet cat. Scout came to us. I remember one day when we lived in Coral Gables, I heard Tom calling me from the backyard where he was sitting out one Florida evening. I came out and there was this little cat sitting by his feet. I slowly came out and sat next to Tom. She started rubbing against my legs and I reached down to touch her. She was skittish but she allowed it.
The next morning, when we opened the back door, there she was. She was just sitting there waiting for something. I remember Tom told me not to feed her but about 15 minutes later I see him feeding her. That was it, we were hers. I knew I wanted to name her Scout after the main character in my favorite book. Tom agreed. It wasn't the name debacle like we had with Shawn who was first named Buffy and then Tori and finally, Shawn.
She was an outdoor cat so it took a few weeks for her to come inside and be part of the family.We took her to the vets and found out that she had anemia and was pregnant. We gave her a kitty abortion because she was not strong enough to carry kittens. After that, she was fine but she never grew much. The vet decided she was about 9 months old at the at time. She stayed an indoor/outdoor cat for about a year until we found Shawn in the middle of the street and took her in.
We decided it was safer for both of them to be indoor cats. Scout never liked that and every chance she got, she would try and sneak out of the house. But slowly, she adjusted especially in her old age.
Our cats were travelers too. They went lived in Florida, New Mexico, Pennsylvania and North Carolina. They traveled from Florida to Ohio several times. They were our faithful companions. We loved them.
Now, Scout is gone and I can't believe it. She lasted longer than we thought. Last summer, the vet told us she has a few weeks to live but she rallied and gave us another year with her. It was a good year. The past few months, she started getting skinnier and skinnier. And this past week, she had pretty much stopped eating and we knew it was time to let her rest in peace.
I am so glad we had the time with Scout because she was such a integral part of our little family just as Shawn was. They definitely made our life so much better.
She was the good cat. She was always so sweet and quiet. She was also skittish though. I am not sure what happened to her in her first 9 months of life because she was always nervous even after all these years with us. But we gave her and Shawn a good life and that makes me feel better.
So goodbye, my precious Scoutie. I hope you loved us as much as we loved you. You will always be part of us.