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RIP Pandora
May. 18th, 2005 08:16 amShe was a rather small cat compared to others but you would never know it by the attitude. She had a lovely thick grey coat that covered her. She was a polydactyl cat a trait she passed on to her offspring that made her a Hemingway Cat.
She had her moods which included a lot of hissing if you got in her way or didn’t get in her way fast enough. I would go down to the office and she would lick my toes as I sat on the couch. She was always grooming us. Peter would come up from the basement with a wet spot on his shirt from where Pandora had been grooming him.
Pandora found the David household and moved in. Shortly there after she gave birth to three kittens, Stalin, Treat Williams, and Pinky. Stalin and Treat are still with us. Pinky met with an accident. Peter theorized that she might have been someone’s cat for the summer on Fire Island and then got dumped on the coast at the end of the season. There are a lot of feral cats on Fire Island.
Pandora was our outdoor cat. She would let us know when she wanted to go out then she would roam the property but not go too far away from the house. She had her favorite places to stretch out and view the world. She would come and check on us when we were outside. She figured out how to get Peter’s attention if he was down in the office so he would let her back in. When she was inside she lived in Peter’s Office. She didn’t play well with other cats.
She was really good with Caroline. She would come over and roll over for a belly rub which Caroline would give her. When she had enough she would roll back over and lick Caroline’s hand. This sent Caroline into a fit of giggles.
Yesterday about 11:00 Caroline and I went outside to play with a couple of basketballs. After a while Caroline decided that she want to sit on the back porch at our picnic table. I sat down with her and then heard Pandora meowing. She had a meow that sounded like she smoked 6 packs a day. It is the kind of meow that Marlene Dietrich would have had if she were a cat.
I checked around and found her under the house on a pile of leaves that had blown there. I tried to convince her to come out but she just meowed at me. Then she moved forward and almost fell on her nose. I knew something was wrong so I went to get Peter since he was the human she trusted the most.
He coaxed her out of that space with a can of tuna. I watched as she pulled herself forward on only her front paws. Her back legs weren’t working at all. Peter took her to the vet immediately. I knew things were not good because we didn’t have any sort of fight to get her into the cat carrier. Once we got her in she licked my hand. That was my good-bye with her. She looked so confused.
The technical jargon is that Pandora had developed thromboembolic disease as a result of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. In simple terms she died of a blood clot in her heart. She apparently had several and one had broken free and blocked blood flow below her waist before the one in her heart finally killed her.
Peter did get to say good-bye. She was in an oxygen tent after the tests to help her breath better. She was comfortable and not in any pain. He petted her and she licked his hand.
We were going to visit her yesterday evening but at 5:48 I got the call that Pandora had just passed away. We are going to have her cremated and probably put the ashes in Peter’s office.
She was a good cat and I am going to miss her very much.
I am grateful that I knew Pandora.
She had her moods which included a lot of hissing if you got in her way or didn’t get in her way fast enough. I would go down to the office and she would lick my toes as I sat on the couch. She was always grooming us. Peter would come up from the basement with a wet spot on his shirt from where Pandora had been grooming him.
Pandora found the David household and moved in. Shortly there after she gave birth to three kittens, Stalin, Treat Williams, and Pinky. Stalin and Treat are still with us. Pinky met with an accident. Peter theorized that she might have been someone’s cat for the summer on Fire Island and then got dumped on the coast at the end of the season. There are a lot of feral cats on Fire Island.
Pandora was our outdoor cat. She would let us know when she wanted to go out then she would roam the property but not go too far away from the house. She had her favorite places to stretch out and view the world. She would come and check on us when we were outside. She figured out how to get Peter’s attention if he was down in the office so he would let her back in. When she was inside she lived in Peter’s Office. She didn’t play well with other cats.
She was really good with Caroline. She would come over and roll over for a belly rub which Caroline would give her. When she had enough she would roll back over and lick Caroline’s hand. This sent Caroline into a fit of giggles.
Yesterday about 11:00 Caroline and I went outside to play with a couple of basketballs. After a while Caroline decided that she want to sit on the back porch at our picnic table. I sat down with her and then heard Pandora meowing. She had a meow that sounded like she smoked 6 packs a day. It is the kind of meow that Marlene Dietrich would have had if she were a cat.
I checked around and found her under the house on a pile of leaves that had blown there. I tried to convince her to come out but she just meowed at me. Then she moved forward and almost fell on her nose. I knew something was wrong so I went to get Peter since he was the human she trusted the most.
He coaxed her out of that space with a can of tuna. I watched as she pulled herself forward on only her front paws. Her back legs weren’t working at all. Peter took her to the vet immediately. I knew things were not good because we didn’t have any sort of fight to get her into the cat carrier. Once we got her in she licked my hand. That was my good-bye with her. She looked so confused.
The technical jargon is that Pandora had developed thromboembolic disease as a result of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. In simple terms she died of a blood clot in her heart. She apparently had several and one had broken free and blocked blood flow below her waist before the one in her heart finally killed her.
Peter did get to say good-bye. She was in an oxygen tent after the tests to help her breath better. She was comfortable and not in any pain. He petted her and she licked his hand.
We were going to visit her yesterday evening but at 5:48 I got the call that Pandora had just passed away. We are going to have her cremated and probably put the ashes in Peter’s office.
She was a good cat and I am going to miss her very much.
I am grateful that I knew Pandora.
