On December 5th around 4 pm in the afternoon, I put my lovely cat Princess to sleep.
I had her 15 years.
When I found her all those 15 years ago, she was a stray cat in Saratoga living in a barn, with five kittens.
She ate food out of Bella Saratoga’s dumpster to survive.
She fiercely protected her kittens and every one who worked at the spa with me was scared of her.
I clearly remember her hissing at me and flattening herself to the ground, like an angry brown cloud, then running away from me.
I trapped her and her kittens.
When I brought her to see the vet, the vet refused to take her out of the cage, she was so scared of getting bitten or scratched.
That’s how fierce my little Princess was.
I thought Princess was feral but she was so beautiful, with her Burmese markings and her blue, blue eyes, from the moment I saw her I was determined to keep her.
She hid under my couch for a week.
Slowly though, she came around.
I’d like to take the credit for it, but the truth is Princess loved men and she warmed up to my ex-husband before she warmed up to me.
I woke up the morning of December 5th and went through my morning routine with Princess.
Feeding her the treats she demanded from me on a regular basis.
She jumped up on the couch to get attention.
She was old, but vital.
I went to work as usual.
But then I got a text from my son a few hours later.
Something is wrong with Princess.
She threw up, had a seizure, and couldn’t move her back legs.
I immediately left work and took her to the vet.
She was dying right there on the table in the veterinary clinic.
Her eyes were closed.
She barely moved.
A few times, I thought she was already dead.
With a VERY heavy heart, I held her while the vet put her to sleep.
It’s been just a few days since she died and I miss her TREMENDOUSLY.
Memories of my sweet Princess keep me up at night.
I thought I had more time with her.
But apparently, she had someplace to be.
RIP Princess, quite possibly the best little rescue cat I’ll ever be lucky enough to call my baby.