I've known this was coming for over three months now, but I've not mentioned it because I didn't want to seem like I was fishing for sympathy or attention, especially after Toby, my cat of 21 years, died in early February. But I can't hold back any longer.
Not long after returning to Arizona at the end of August I noticed my other cat, Katie, was noticeably under the weather. This persisted for several days, so she was taken to the vet. She was diagnosed with kidney disease. Katie did not respond to the fluid flush, and unlike with people, there isn't dialysis or kidney transplants for cats.
Although she lost weight and became weaker, Katie lived a somewhat normal life since her diagnosis. On Saturday, however, she grew significantly weaker and stopped eating. By Sunday, she was refusing water and struggling to walk. Today, a little past 4, I said goodbye for the final time. She was so beautiful, so soft, and loving. I can't even begin to explain the pain I'm feeling right now.
I love you, Katie. I always will and I'll never, ever forget you. You were truly one of a kind.