It happened this morning. Drexie Calabash, gray tabby cat, little sister of Karma Kitty, had to be put to sleep. She had turned 18 a couple of months ago. She also had cancer, which we first discovered last month.
Drexie
We got her as a kitten, a month after getting Karma, from our vets' office. It took a couple of days for Karma to quit bullying her; while she was half his size, she finally fought back and convinced him she was staying. (Check the above link about Karma Kitty.)
Karma Kitty
When Karma died, back in 2022, Drexie spent several days searching the house for him. I'm not sure when she reaized he probably wasn't coming back.
She seemed to mourn the loss. Karma had been her big brother, her buddy. He protected her from loneliness and dogs; she protected him from loud noises, such as thunder and fireworks. It was a great deal for both of them.
Last month, Drexie stopped eating, and I brought her to the vets' office. After getting antibiotics, steroids, and pain meds, I brought her home. She seemed to do better, until this past weekend, when she stopped eating again.
This morning, I brought her back to the vets' office again. It turned out she had cancer that had spread to the back of her mouth. Since she was in so much pain, and had trouble eating, Dr. G. suggested putting her to sleep.
My son and I said our good-byes to Drexie, and stayed in the room when Dr. G. gave her the two shots, one to relax her, then to help her on her journey.
Rest in peace, Drexie. You were a little love-bug. Tell Karma hi, and make sure to hang out with him.