I still miss him so much…
My Jakey
1994-2/2/01
Jakey came to live with me when he was four years old. His owner could no longer care for him and he needed a home. I said I would keep him until a permanent home could be found. The first day I spent with him-I knew he would be mine! He had a magical way about him and he touched the heart of every person he met.
Right after I got him-he had to have major surgery to repair a ruptured diaphram. The injury had been present since he was a kitten-but nobody ever got it fixed. He came through the surgery with flying colors and after several weeks of confinement-was a normal healthy young cat. He stayed that way until November of 2000 when I noticed he was losing weight. We ended up doing emergency surgery and removing his spleen. Everyone thought he had lymphoma-until the histopath came back. It was FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis). A fatal disease. I was devastated.
The feelings of despair helplessness and anger were so hard to deal with. I never quite figured out who I was angry at…God? Fate? Myself? I still don’t know. We kept him feeling pretty good and happy until February 1 2001. That evening his legs started giving out on him. I lay awake all night Jakey on my chest talking to him and telling him how wonderful his new home would be. I guess he listened-he never stopped purring or looking into my eyes-no matter how long I rambled on.
The next morning I took him to work with me (I work at a veterinary hospital.) In the afternoon I started letting people know that today was his last day with us. I wanted all his nurses and doctors to have the chance to say goodbye to him. The tears shed that day at work could have filled the widest ocean. Everyone who knew Jakey just loved him. In the end two of his favorite nurses stood by and talked to him as I held him and cried so hard I thought I would never stop.
His surgeon (Two times over) quietly and gently eased his passing from this world. When it was over I held and stroked him for a while and then handed him over to his nurses. Jakey was cremated in his favorite bed that I had bought for him when he got sick. It has been just over four months since my baby left me. It is still impossible to comprehend he is gone. I still see him sometimes-out of the corner of my eye. I feel that he is watching us and wishing I could be as happy as he is now. I know time will help heal-but for now it still really hurts.
I miss my Jakey. He was my sunshine.
Mary
| Jake {Jakey} |
| 2, Feb 2001 |
| Mary |