In Loving Memory of Patches the Cat
1989 through Saturday, April 27, 2002
I had to put my sweet baby, Patches, to sleep this past Saturday. It was the hardest decision and act I ever had to do. He was 14 years old. We spent nearly half of my lifetime together. It’s so hard to say goodbye to 14 years of loyalty, love, and companionship. He was a wonderful, loving, beautiful kitty. I miss him so much.
He had kidney disease, hyperthyroid, and was nearly blind. He had been on medication and special food for a long time, but he didn’t get better. I knew my baby’s days were nearing their end, but Wednesday night was when it really hit me hard. I was working out on the gym in my basement. Patches came looking for me and was on the stairway in front of me. He fell off the edge of the stairs and thudded to the floor. That’s when I knew how bad off my poor baby really was. He had gotten so weak and blind. Something in my heart told me then and there that Saturday would be his last day.
Friday night, Patches got very very sick. He was vomiting fiercely and couldn’t control his bowels. That’s what sealed my knowledge that his suffering had to end as soon as possible. I couldn’t stand to see my sweet baby in so much pain and suffering.
I held him as closely as I could, and gave him so much loving, during those last three days. I stayed right by his side and held him tight until he was gone. I buried him, myself, in the backyard. I’ve never had such a personal loss. I haven’t stopped crying for over 3 days. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to lose a human spouse, sibling, or a child. I feel like I have lost a brother and a child, in Patches.
It’s been very hard for me, but I take joy and comfort in knowing that Patches is not in any more pain. His brother, Buddy (same age and litter) lives on in good health. I have 3 other kitties left as well, plus my dog. They are all healthy as well.
Here is our last picture together, taken the night before he died. May he rest in peace.