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Good night, sweet lady.
Today, we took Basta into the vet; she was having weakness in her legs, but that could have been several things. They tried to treat that, and either she was already failing or she reacted to the treatment. Either way, she was barely breathing, barely had a heartbeat. So we had her euthanized, at about 12:30 pm. She'll be cremated, and returned to us; I plan to set her container near Mom and Dad's urns.
Dad loved this cat, I think. I know Mom loved this cat - Mom liked black cats, and admired her skill as a huntress when she was younger, and enjoyed petting her when she was older. And at the end, Basta sat at the foot of Mom's hospital bed while she was dying, and sometimes up next to her, and once Mom amused me greatly by gently twitching her foot sideways to jostle the cat. Basta looked up, her expression startled and confused...looked around...lay her head back down. And twitch, Mom got her again. After a couple tries, Basta just laid there and purred while she did it. And Dad said that the night after they removed the hospital bed, which was a day or two after Mom died, Basta went in there in the middle of the night, stood in the middle of the space where it had been, and yowled. So I truly think she missed my mother, and I hope that she's with her now. They'd both like that, I think.
Good night, Basta. Basta Ya, lady, that's enough.
Dad loved this cat, I think. I know Mom loved this cat - Mom liked black cats, and admired her skill as a huntress when she was younger, and enjoyed petting her when she was older. And at the end, Basta sat at the foot of Mom's hospital bed while she was dying, and sometimes up next to her, and once Mom amused me greatly by gently twitching her foot sideways to jostle the cat. Basta looked up, her expression startled and confused...looked around...lay her head back down. And twitch, Mom got her again. After a couple tries, Basta just laid there and purred while she did it. And Dad said that the night after they removed the hospital bed, which was a day or two after Mom died, Basta went in there in the middle of the night, stood in the middle of the space where it had been, and yowled. So I truly think she missed my mother, and I hope that she's with her now. They'd both like that, I think.
Good night, Basta. Basta Ya, lady, that's enough.
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