it had become obvious over the weekend that Zephyr was not going to survive much longer despite all the cajoling and willing of Gordon. She wasn't eating or moving, she would sometimes talk back to us but most of the time she would sit with her head bowed down. For the first time since her accident she was letting me pick her up, cuddle and stroke her, as if to say, it’s OK, it time for me to go. Gordon was convinced that if she slept as she was doing (which was unusual for her) she would come around, for a so called cat hater, he absolutely adored Zephyr.
During Sunday night I got up and pick her up out of her crate. She began to make a sort of crying sound from her chest and one big almighty cry. It was then I knew I had to take her to the vet in the morning.
In the morning as Gordon got ready for work I had a heavy heart but I knew I couldn't tell what I was going to do that morning. Neither could I tell my daughter before she left for school. Once I got back I check my emails and then it was decision time.
The day before Alan had pulled me aside and said if I decided to have Zephyr euthanized he would take her to the vet for me, as he knew I wouldn't be able to do it.
I went up to his room and told him I would be leaving in few minutes time to take Zephyr to vet. As I was preparing myself mentally, he came down and said he was going to do it. I offered to go with him several times but in my heart of hearts I knew I was too distraught to go along. I lifted Zephyr for the last time from her crate and for a few minutes she just lay quietly in my arms as we said our good byes and then Alan was gone with her.
The vet called in the evening and said we had done the right thing. Her heart valves were thickened and enlarged, her lungs were scarred from previous bouts with infections, her liver was fatty and scarred and her kidneys were light indicating failure. She was fighter but in the end, nature had its way. She will be sorely missed.
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