
Today, my sister had to make one of the hardest decisions she has ever had to. She had her 6 year old cat put to sleep today. Celexa starting falling ill Friday, but had gotten worse in the past couple days. My sister took her to the vet, and they said her kidneys were failing because they were too small for her body, they had tumors, and that her heart was failing. So my sister made the choice to give her sweet baby girl peace, and sent her on her journey to Rainbow Bridge.
My sister got Celexa as a young kitten, 6 years ago. This is a cute little story. She moved out of the house for the first time on her own 6 years ago. She was feeling very homesick, in her new home. So she went down to the SPCA to adopt a cat. She came home with an orange longhaired cat, a male. This cat made her happy, and feel less alone, so she named him Zoloft (after an anti-depressant). Soon after, she thought that Zoloft needed a friend because while she was at work, he had no one to play with. Her boyfriend at the time, gave her a black and tan scruffy little kitten that his cat had delivered 10 weeks earlier. She named this female cat Celexa (after an anti-depressant-she was Zoloft's anti-depressent). Since then, the two cats, and my sister have been tied at the hip.
My sister, had taught Celexa how to do cat agility. It is much the same as dog agility, but its with her cat. She treated her cats more like dogs. Celexa could come, sit, stand, roll over, do the agility course, and much more.
Celexa, you were my sisters baby girl. May you run free at the bridge. Please let your mommy know you arent mad at her (she feels absolutely gutted that she didnt take you to the vet earlier).
Michelle, my thoughts are with you. I love you so very much. You did all you could for Celexa, and she loved you. In the end, you gave her peace and comfort, the most precious thing you could give her.
Sweet Mira, rest in peace.