Good Bye Ashes

Ashes, my childhood cat died last night. She had to be put to sleep because she was suffering. My big fur ball of a kitty who was once so plump she had rolls, was a emaciated 4lbs. A big part of me blames my father that Ashes' suffering was prolonged. My mother and I had been telling him to please take Ashes to the vet and get her some help. The vet discovered Ashes had a thyroid problem once he did take her (after everyone had begged him to take her). After finally seeing a vet, and the discovery of the thyroid problem, she was put on medication for it. Ashes gained weight and was doing really well. Then she began to lose weight again. The last time I saw her was on Halloween. I knew then I probably wouldn't see her again. It really bothers me that I didn't get to say goodbye.

Even back then.. on Halloween I told my dad over & over "take her to the vet". Back then they would have tested her thyroid levels and made sure she didn't need more medicine, or needed less. All he had to do was take her to the vet. Instead Ashes kept losing more, and more weight. The vet believes that Ashes did have cancer because her lymph nodes were really enlarged. But my father could have taken her to a vet and gotten proper care for her. Instead she went with no medical care, and suffered for quite some time. It really angers me. He uses the excuse he can't afford the vet... but yet he goes flying all the time. It costs alot to fly an airplane. If he could afford that, he could afford to take care of Ashes!

I love Ashes. I always will. I am so saddened that her life is over, and crushed I couldn't say bye to her. Although... I probably wouldn't have wanted to see the condition my father let her get into. He did the same with my beloved cat Blacky, whom I got at the age of 2. Blacky died when I was 20. One month after my first child was born.

My mom was there when Ashes was humanely euthanized. She purred up until the end. She could barely breath and was too weak to get up, but she still purred.

I will remember the fun times.. Like when she first came home when I was 8. I remember running around with a long string and her chasing after it. She always loved those feather toys too. Ashes even went to see Santa with me at petsmart. I sat on Santa's lap with Ashes, and we had our photo taken. She was so pretty, and so sweet. Ashes loved kids, and was so good hearted. RIP my sweet Ashes. I love you.