Tuesday night Maggie suddenly got worse. She began crying out and panting (like a dog pants when it's hot) from the pain. I stayed up all night with her, crying and holding her to help soothe her. I was able to pet her and help her sleep. She slept on my chest which is something she hasn't done in a while. It was oh so bittersweet. I knew she going to see heaven soon, but it meant the world to be for us to be able to lay together like we use to.
Yesterday morning was very rough. Maggie was very quiet, and her breathing would go from labored to normal. Every now and then she would cry, and I would have to rub her and tell her that it's going to be ok. It's so hard seeing your best friend laying there, hurting, and feeling so helpless. Jon came over and stayed a little while, but he had to go to summer school. He left, and gave Maggie his ring to hold. When he left, I layed down beside her, and looked into her eyes, and kept reminding her how much I loved her.
It wasn't too long after Jon left that Maggie got worse, and I knew I was about to lose her. I layed her in my lap and just tried to be strong for her because I didn't want her last few minutes on earth to be spent with me crying. She went to heaven at 9:50 yesterday morning. Bless her little heart she was so scared. I have to admit I was too.
I miss my baby so much. She was the joy of my life. It's so hard being here without her. I did so many things with her, and now I find myself all alone. My brother's cat Abbie is lonely too. She stayed with Maggie for most of the night also. Everytime Maggie would cry, Abbie would run to her and make sure that she was ok. Abbie layed beside Maggie for a long time, and she had these huge tears in her eyes. She kept looking up above Maggie like she was seeing something. I think she saw the Angels around Maggie. At one point Abbie stretched her paw out and touched Maggie. I know that Abbie is feeling lonely too, and she and I are trying to comfort each other.
I pretty much cried all day yesterday. I would be fine, and then something would remind me of Maggie, and I'd lose it. At one point I thought I saw her walking into the kitchen, and when I was getting into the shower I heard her meow for me. Some people may think I'm crazy for being to emotional over my kitty, but I'm not crazy, I just loved my cat so much. My mom said that Maggie was more like a person then a cat. Honestly, she was. She had a morning routine, just like me. Everytime I ate something, I had to share it with her. She loved sour cream, shredded cheese, chicken, peppridge farm goldfish (I would bite their heads off and give her the tails), and the nacho cheese from Taco Bell. She slept every night beside me, under the covers with her head on a pillow. She'd purr to me until I fell asleep. Sometimes she'd get up in the middle of the night to get water or food, and then she would come back to bed. She'd take her little paw and pat my face to wake me up so that I would put her back under the covers with me.
I miss my little Mags, but I know that she doesn't hurt anymore. I know that she's young, happy, and healthy in heaven. I promised her that we'd be together again someday, and that I would never, ever forget her.
I think that I'm going to help support a kitty in one of the local shelters. I would help pay for his/her expenses until the shelter finds a home for it. I'm not ready to have another cat, but I know that Maggie would want me to help other cats that need homes.
June is adopt a homeless kitty month. I hope that there is a little girl out there that is adopting a cat today, and I hope that cat brings her as much joy as Maggie brought to me. She's my angel....