The afternoon I left for Utah- my little cow cow went to sleep under our bed and went to heaven. She waited for us to leave- so that she could go. It was her time.
I am so, so sad- but it was the best way for her to go.
Right before we left for San Francisco, I had to take her to the vet to get a rabies shot and Kobe was diagnosed with a severe heart murmur and a very high thyroid condition. She also only weighed 5.6 pounds. The vet was hopeful in that if we got the thyroid under control it would allow her heart rate to slow down to a normal level and she could gain weight again. She did so well on the long ass car ride to California and she acclimated SO well to our new place, I got hopeful that she would live a longer life than I had been preparing myself for. (remember that I thought we would have to put her down before moving because I just didn't think she could handle the move?)
This was taken forever ago- look how fat she is! (not fat, but normal- she has been so skinny for so long that I don't even remember her looking like this!) I love how she would pass out on the bathroom rug right next to the toilet- like "I partied too much and now I have to sleep by the toilet"
And this is why we called her cow cow. When she had some chub, she would lick all of her belly fur right off! So it would hang down like udders- and she looked like The Littlest Cow.
She loved cheese. She would run if she heard you peel open a cheese stick.
She also loved pasta. Since she couldn't gain weight, and was SO happy to eat cheese and pasta- I gave them to her. As long as I didn't give her bacon, my vet tech sister approved.
She was a manx- no tail. Just a stump. There are crazy people out there that pay top dollar for a cat like her. But I wouldn't sell her for a million dollars. She was my baby.
This cat would fall asleep in my arms almost every single night. Then she would re-locate to my head. I would always be combing my hair in the morning after showering and find what I thought to be grey hairs- but they were just embedded Kobe hairs.
She would always find the coolest spot in the house. This is the place underneath the skylight/window where the breeze was the strongest.
She never slept under the bed. Ever. But when Danny found her last Thursday evening- she was "All Cowed Out" under our bed facing the wall. She went under there to be alone, to go peacefully.
She made my life better, she comforted me, she entertained me, she cuddled me everyday. I know she was just a cat- but she was so much more to me. So much more. I will miss her terribly. I bawled all night after I got the phone call from Danny. I felt so so bad that I hadn't been there- but I really believe that she wanted it that way. I told her awhile ago that she could go when she was ready.
And she did.