Early this morning Priscilla passed away by my side in bed. Around 3:28AM, her leg started kicking uncontrollable and I started petting her to calm her down. Her leg started to stop kicking, she raised her head up and let out two small cries. She laid her head back down and I continued to pet her until I feel asleep. I woke up a little later and my arm was wet from her head on it. It was a little too wet for drooling and something told me she was gone. But I softly petted her throughout the rest of the morning. Although I noticed she was as cold as the outside temperature of the room, I continued to try and sleep and have one last night sleeping with her.
This wasn't a total shock since last Friday her health disintegrated extremely fast. She started to eat less and less until by Monday morning she stopped eating. She also losing weight extremely fast. By Tuesday she stopped drinking water. I made an appointment with the vet, but they could not see her until 9:00AM this morning. Throughout this time she never showed signs of pain. She was still extremely alert although she was getting weaker and weaker by the minute. Usually when she was sick or hurt, she hid like any other cat. But these days she still tried to act like nothing was wrong. All she wanted still was to hang out and either sit on my lap, lay at my feet by my desk or sleep by my side in bed.
I should be grateful since Priscilla lived a longer life than Elvis. Elvis' passing was extremely difficult because he was younger and his last six months of life was extremely hard. His last months were filled with vet visits, subcutaneous injections, and basically just slow disintegration. I couldn't ask for anything more with Priscilla. She went pretty fast, was not in pain and lived a pretty long life since she would have been sixteen in April. I was able to spend the whole day with her yesterday because I worked from home. She basically died in her sleep by my side, where she seemed to be the happiest. The girl liked her sleep especially when she could lay on me.
The rest of this post could be considered a continuation of this post. I wrote the post long after Elvis passed away. I could not write when Elvis died because it was extremely painful. I still had Priscilla by my side and wanted to remember she was still here with me. Basically I just grieved in pain... alone and in silence. I finally wrote a post thanking Elvis for what he gave me. Now that Priscilla just passed away, it closes the chapter to the best cats I have ever had the pleasure of sharing my life with. Although Elvis and Priscilla were brother and sister and soul mates they were like night and day. Elvis always seemed to have an awareness and interest in my moods. Priscilla was a glutton for love. She was a follower of Elvis, but her love was genuine and simple. Although Priscilla was having a hard time when Elvis was suddenly gone, she was my strength to get though it. She constantly reminded me that she was there and needed my lap and my love.
Right now Homesick is playing and it really brings me back to that moment a very long time ago. Although Elvis came first tilting his head while looking at me and sitting down on my left leg; Priscilla came five minutes later to sit on my right leg. When Elvis passed away, she picked up the slack and was always around my immediate area, if not actually on me. So I play the Cure now, not as something depressing, but to remind me how much Priscilla gave to me in these almost past sixteen years. I play the Cure for her and Elvis' memory for with her passing it closes a chapter in my life. Those two felines have been through more with me that most people I currently know today. My life had drastic changes during these past sixteen years, but the constants were always Elvis and Priscilla.
The tears still come when I think of Priscilla, but I am extremely grateful for having her in my life for so very long and that her final moments were filled with peace by my side. I am lucky to have her for almost sixteen years. I am extremely grateful that she went peaceful. I remember yesterday when I went out to pick up some lunch and Priscilla was in my thoughts. I was thinking the time is near and there she was ignoring it and only wanting to hang out with me like nothing was happening. I thought she is such a dumb lovable cat. I was playing And One's Body Pop in the car and the song, ":Love You To The End" came on and the tears started coming. The title of the song was how Priscilla was acting in the past few days. Here you can tell she was shutting down, yet she acted like nothing was happening and it was business as usual. All she wanted to do was hang out with me, follow me around the house and sit on my lap.
Here I am listening to the Cure and I have no feline to comfort me. But I am happy that I had eleven and sixteen years of comfort from those two. When Elvis and Priscilla were together they had this ritual. Before coming to bed, Priscilla would make a cat call to Elvis. Elvis would run to her and both would come to bed. Since Elvis' death, every night instead of cat calls, it was long drawn out cries and Elvis never came running. I hope tonight when Priscilla cries out, Elvis is there to greet her. Thank you Priscilla and Elvis for the wonderful years. You were there though the good and bad times. You are loved and will be missed. And thank you Priscilla for spending these extra few years with me.