You might recall a couple of posts about Penny-puss over the past year or so. It was about a year ago that she was rushed into the vet surgery for some TLC.
We thought that was it, but she battled back. She lost her sight, had to cope with a boring diet of grilled chicken, but she managed very well.
Sadly, this past few weeks, she took a turn for the worse. A visit to the vet confirmed our fears it was old age, and bits of Penny’s insides were beginning to give up. It was decided to monitor things, and just manage her decline as best we could.
Today, sadly, Penny was obviously not well. She didn’t wake for breakfast, only emerging at lunchtime. She was struggling to walk, and had to sit down frequently as her back legs weren’t behaving themselves. We had a think, gave her a big cuddle, and called the vet. We sort of knew what the outcome would be.
This evening, at around 7pm, Penny was put to sleep. We were with her at the end, and she went quietly, without fuss. There’s a big Penny-shaped hole in our lives now, though I’m sure Sophie-puss will make it her business to fill it.
We think Penny was well into her teens. She was a rescue cat, and the rescue centre assumed she was probably between 10 and 12 years old. She lived with us for nearly eight years, so in cat terms, she was really quite old. We feel blessed to have made her last years as happy as we could.