As some of you know, Mandy was diagnosed with cancer in her jaw back in April. The vet actually thought she only had about 6 weeks at that point, but for about 9 weeks, she did pretty well. She ate and drank, slept with me and purred in my face all night. Last Friday/Sat, she started to go downhill really fast and by Sunday night we knew it was over. DH and I were both off today, so we made the appt for this morning, after Jenn went to school.
Mandy was such a sweet cat - even throughout this whole ordeal, she never complained, she just kept on going.
Mandy was about 14. I got her when she was about 2 or 2 1/2 and she got really sick a bit after that - her kidneys were shutting down and they had her in the hospital for a few days and everyone at the vets was shocked she made it. I don't think she was ever really sick again for the next 12 years. Once again, she shocked the vets by living twice as long as they thought. That was just Mandy - all 5 lbs of her. (yes, she was that little).
She was like a kitten all her life - playful and fast - jumping on the other cat and wanting to play.
I am a little surprised - our other cat, Oreo, who is about 17, doesn't seem to care at all that she isn't here. I remember when my last cat died, the dogs and one of the cats kept sniffing around and seemed to be looking for him, or at least wondering where he was. Oreo is just sleeping away...
RIP Mandy-Girl. You were a great cat and you will be missed. I hope you find Murphy and Tess to play with (but don't tease Josie if you find her, cause she'll bite you! )
I love you