She did a smart thing when she chose the two of you for herself.
I’m very sorry for you both.
My condolences to you both. I remember when she chose you guys. She was a beautiful cat, and I’m glad that you found each other. I always enjoyed hearing stories about her and Tonka. It’s so hard to lose a pet. {{{hugs}}}
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I’m so sorry. She was loved to the end.
Me too.
I lost a cat to renal disease just about six weeks ago. She was older, she it wasn’t quite so tragic, but still very, very sad.
So sorry for your loss. Moggies are family.
Sorry to read the sad outcome. Condolences.
So sorry. Such a beautiful little kitty. RIP.
So sorry to hear this. I know it hurts, but remember that you gave her some good years (safe and well-fed and petted and loved).
First of all, Thank you all for your thoughts.
I admit that I do not handle loss well. Especially when it comes so suddenly. My heart is heavy, and my thoughts are disjointed. Those of you who have been here a while may remember my eulogy to Harvey. I can’t be that coherent right now, so I’ll just write what comes to my mind.
If you missed it earlier in the thread, here is the story of how Creamsicle came to us.
The first thing that comes to my mind is that Creamsicle had a tiny mouth. She was a tiny kitty, but her mouth was especially so. Short jaw line. She liked to nibble fingers in play. She was ever so gentle, and she’d lick your fingers after nibbling. She had a cute little mouth.
She was a great mouser. We think she’d belonged to a woman on the next street who died. She lived rough until she came to us and adopted us. But she could feed herself. She caught mice and a couple of sparrows that we know of, and last month she caught a squirrel. (The squirrel was stunned and I rescued it.) Pretty good for a little girl with a tiny mouth.
She was a quiet cat. She rarely meowed, unless you got too close to stepping on her tail. She seemed to meow in the form of a question. ‘mur-ow?’ ‘May I go outside?’ ‘mur-ow?’ ‘May I climb up on you, dad?’ Or sometimes, ‘murph.’ That was more like, ‘Nice.’ And she was polite. Tonka will beg for dinner. She’d sit quietly by the dish until I dispensed the kibble.
She loved to climb up on me. If I was lying on the couch, she’d climb up on my side. If I was sitting, she’d climb up into my lap. I had to put her on the back of the couch when I was working, though. (And I still have little kitty prints on my data maps.) When we first got her, she liked to lounge on the back of Mrs. L.A.'s chair. Later, I think she decided I was softer and pet her more. Which leads me to the thing I’ll miss most.
Creamsicle loved for me to cradle her on her back in my left arm and lap. Her back legs would stretch straight out. Or not. Whatever was comfortable at the time. As I’d stroke her face and kneed her belly, she would look up at me with utter adoration. Sometimes she’d reach up with her paw or paws to touch my face.
She liked when we stroked her tail. Her big, fluffy tail. Mrs. L.A. said this was the first cat she’s seen that liked having its tail stroked. Creamsicle liked the little tugs I gave on it too.
Cream Pie was the most loving, trusting cat I’ve ever met. A cynic might say she craved attention, but I think it was genuine affection. Tonka often likes to be close, but he’s not at all cuddle. Kitty Girl was the very definition of cuddly.
We had her less than four years. It would have been four years this coming August. She was only about six years old, which is far too young for her to die. We assumed Tonka, who was seven or eight when we got him in March of 2013, would go first. He was devoted – perhaps ‘obsessed’ is a better word – with Creamsicle. He’d follow her around, sit by her, sleep near her. They were buddies. He’d eat out of his side of the dish, and avoid eating Creamsicle’s food even it he could see the bottom of his side and she wasn’t around. I think he will miss her as much as we do.
She was so young, and so tiny, and had scars on her belly that showed she’d had a hard time before she came to us, and was so gentle and loving, that I… I just don’t have the words. It’s not fair!
She was a beauty! And you enriched her life by bringing her into your family and by treating her kindly which is the most important thing in this life.
My condolences, Johnny.
We’re coming up on the fifth anniversary of losing one of ours. It will be tough for a while. Just know Creamsicle needed you more than you needed Creamsicle. Well, that’s what it’s supposed to be.
Rainbow Bridge.
Take your time. Grieve. Reflect.
Only you will know when you are ready.
Then allow a shelter cat to find you and save them. And save you.
Trust me on this.
Sorry to hear about your kitty, Johnny.
Aw, that’s heartbreaking Johnny. So sorry she went so young.
I’m sorry for your loss and I’m sure it’s worse when you don’t really know why. I’ve only lost one that we couldn’t say for sure why and it was probably the worst because we didn’t know if anything could be done. In the morning he was young and alive and in the evening he was dead. I’m glad you were able to spend her last days with her and fighting against having to say goodbye, no matter how much it hurts right now.
So sorry. I know how bad I felt when I lost Fluffy, even though she had a long life (18). That was almost ten years ago. When it’s time, the universe will bring you another kitty. Now we have our kitten Butters. Fate placed him under the back yard shed for us to rescue. Now I have to live to be at least 87 to look after him.
i am very sorry to hear this.
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Dammit. I am so sorry. I’m another who has been lurking silently to read the stories of Creamsicle and Tonka, and this one ended too soon.
I am so, so sorry. My heart is breaking for you. 
The vet said it had not been coming ‘for years’ or ‘for months and months’. It was acute. She said that Creamsicle may have eaten a mouse that had been poisoned. We’d already guessed that. It was definitely kidney failure.
I don’t think I can stand to read anything like that right now.
My entire life I’ve tried to maintain an even strain. Less-than-positive emotions are suppressed. For the past week (almost) I’ve been wracked with worry and sorrow. Despite my efforts, I burst into tears. It’s strained muscled I haven’t used, and all day yesterday and continuing today, my neck is stiff and sore. Ibuprofen hasn’t relieved it. Acetaminophen hasn’t relieved it. Now I’m on the Tiger Balm.
I’m so sorry. I know Tonka will be missing his playmate. You were good to her and she was well cared for and loved.
She’ll be waiting for you across Rainbow Bridge.