On Friday night my little baby Moose ( our nickname for the giant cat we call Meeko)was not doing very well. I got home from work and realized she had not eaten her food that day. I spent the evening checking up on her as she was sleeping under the bed…. her breathing seemed laboured, but I wasn’t sure if she was just feeling a little out of sorts or if there was something really wrong, As we were heading up to bed she was in the hallway but as she tried to move I realized she was not walking well. I picked her up and carried her downstairs to her food, but she would just lay in my lap. I was getting worried and so was Kent, he suggested we take her to the emergency clinic. 
I knew there was something seriously wrong when she did not struggle as I carried her to the car, and then the entire car ride she just laid in my lap, no crying no struggling just quietly laying across my legs. At the vets she did not struggle…. the vet was worried and after an X-Ray advised she was in congenital heart failure, surgery may extend her life for a few months but she would have to be on pills and she could still not make it. There was also a risk that with the surgery she may have some additional time but she could also pass quickly at home any time. I did not want her to suffer and I did not want her leaving us while she was alone so we made the difficult decision to let her leave that night.
Meeko passed just after midnight with Kent and I by her side
My heart is breaking as I write this but I feel the need to get the words and story down on paper. My little furbaby was 11, she was a shelter cat that Carly and I picked out together. A gentle soul who was so uncat like. She lived in three Provinces and had many “moms”, She lived with Andrea for a bit while I was on the road, she lived with Casey and developed a crush on Joe for a few weeks ( plus had to get used to other animals, that did not go over well).
During my first year in Ottawa I could not have a cat at the townhouse so Andrea and Carly took her in and then the glorious day that we bought a house and Kent gave in to my persistent nagging. In January 2008 we drove to Saint John and brought my kitty back home.
She fell in love with Kent and his boys and they fell in love with her, our little Moose. She had a great life,
I will never know about the first two years of her life but I know she must have been loved and I know when she passed she went quietly and painlessly and is now in a better place.
I will miss you Meeko.
My baby’s last moments
Michelle says
I read your blog every day – I'm so sorry to hear of Moose's passing. My last two seniors (18 1/2) passed this year and I take comfort that it was with me holding them and surrounding them with love as they slipped the boundaries of their broken bodies. Be gentle with yourself.
Coline T. says
Sorry, it's so sad! He was really cut! 🙁
Amy Fashion Blog says
So sorry for your loss. Its so hard to loss a family pet. Sending you a huge hug.
Thom Yorke´s Bad Eye says
So sorry for your loss:-(
Anonymous says
she even lived for a couple of weeks with Mimi and Breaky and stole Breaky's heart also.
Maribel R says
Sorry about your pet. All we can do is cherish the memories they left for us.
Meagan says
Oh Linda I'm so sorry to hear this. Pets have such a special place in our hearts, and she will be in yours forever.