We love you Barty

We had to put our kitty to sleep today. I'd hope she was going to rally but as the days went by it looked less and less likely. She'd stopped eating and even though we were forcing food into her it didn't seem to be helping. We'd given medication after medication but she seemed to be getting worse not better. I noticed last night when I came home that she was in her bed just as she had been when I left at 8 a.m. Paul said she had moved but I wasn't so sure. This morning when I said hello to her I realized she barely opened her eyes and was still in her bed. I gave her her morning meds and when she tried to jump out of her bed and onto the floor (her bed was in a chair) she fell over and struggled to get back up. I took her to her litter box and she refused walking a couple steps away before sitting down. Before I left for work I gingerly put her down on the couch and she just collapsed. I sensed the end was near but really just didn't want to give up. I teared up as I called Paul on my way to work (he was taking Emma to school) to talk to him about her. I asked him to watch over her and he agreed. In my heart I expected that I'd have to come home and make the decision to put her to sleep. Fortunately for me, she made that choice for me. Paul called about 10:30 to let me know she hadn't changed. I didn't hear from him again until just after 4. He'd had to take her in to have her put to sleep. She'd started seizing during the day and it just kept getting worse. So, he took her in and they put her out of her misery. My beautiful green eyed kitty has died and I am sad. When I got home from work everyone seemed to be over it so now that Emma's asleep and Paul is out I get to grieve. She's in an odd casket-shaped box in the garage waiting for her burial. I'm not sure how (since the ground is still very frozen) but we'll find a way.

My house just won't be the same without her. I'd tried to tell her kitties (our other two cats are her kittens) that their mama isn't coming home again. I realize that they don't understand me but from what Paul tells me about the things Barty did on her last day with our family, I think she told them herself.