
I had to put Wakame to down a little over a week ago. I still look for her when I go to our bedroom, or when I come home from
work. I still have an urge to make sure her water bowl is clean and full, and
my eyes automatically go to where her insulin and needles are for the daily
routine I’ve been doing.
She had been getting sicker over the past 6 months so I knew
it was coming, and had even made arrangements to put her down twice before that
were false alarms. When her brother Katsuo started having heart issues when I
was pregnant with Aila, it was clear I needed to put him down, even though it
was very hard. Wakame’s time,
however, was less clear since her decline was gradual, and had ups and downs.
I debated up to the last hour. Even though my feelings were totally against it,
I forced myself to understand it was time, and that prolonging it would risk her really suffering.
Pets are awesome, but the end sucks. Especially
since Wakame and Katsuo were my cats alone, and making the final decision had to be 100%
mine.
And now it’s the end of an era. I got Wakame and Katsuo at
the San Diego SPCA when I was in grad school. I’d
only experienced dog pets up to then, but the apartment I was in only allowed
cats, so I got cats. I expected to get only one, but Wakame and Katsuo were
glued together. Wakame, clearly the scrawny runt of the litter, stuck close to
her big strong brother.

They were incredibly fearful when I got them, and it took
months to gain their trust. Even then, for pretty much a decade, I was the only
one they warmed up to. When I had guests over, they hid in the closet, only to
come out at night when I was alone. I loved the trust they gave me.


With them, I got married, quit grad school, got divorced,
moved to Japan and back (with them), married Dav, and had 2 kids (Kats never
met Aila, but she was in utero). These cats were part of a huge chunk of my
life when I went through transitions. They were my cats, and I knew I’d care for them until the end.
Wakame was challenging in old age. She really was a whining
grumpy lady. She was diabetic and required shots twice a day. At some point, I
decided to do no additional tests and medication other than insulin. Near the end, she had some bodily
function issues, so I was constantly cleaning up after her. But it was all worth it.
I think she knew it was near the end, and I felt particularly close to her.
Since her decline was gradual, I had time to really appreciate our bond. When we rented a house in Sonoma one weekend,
I brought her and documented her enjoying the grass (she’d been an indoor cat
for years at this point). In spite her grumpiness and other issues, I let her
sleep in bed and snuggle up in her favorite spot. She seemed to appreciate it.
The hardest part was making that call to the vet to arrange
for the appointment Friday morning. I held her all morning. My friend Lorene
came with me, which was incredibly helpful. At the office, the vet gave me all
the time I needed, then took her to get sedated. Wrapped in a blanket, back in
my arms, I felt she was already semi-gone with the sedation, but I cherished holding her. It’s weird with the final medication. There was no demarcation
between alive and dead; just life energy goes. It was the same with Katsuo. Eyes
stayed open, and I couldn't tell until the vet told me she was gone. I held
her with all my love, and snipped hair to keep.
I am aware that not everyone would love a cat the
way I did. And I’m a bit self-conscious about my emotions, but I did truly love
my kitties, and am grateful for them sticking with me. I could go on and on
with neat little stories about how our bond was evident. And kudos to Dav, for
accommodating my cats. From Day 1, he knew I came with 2 cats, no discussion.
Even when Kats peed on his jacket multiple times when we first met
(jealously?), or when my cats kept me put when we imagined adventures like
sailing for a year, he understood my cats were non-negotiable.
Now they are both gone. Although such a difficult experience,
it is a good experience to hold life,
then death in your arms. It’s something we all have to face. Makes me appreciate the time I have with family and friends.

[Update: Lorene sent me a pic from that day. Aila didn't know what was going on, but kissed Waka. Lorene captured Aila's sensitivity towards animals]:

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