The Death of Kit
Kit was a rescued cat who was lovable but had been badly abused, she became our beloved family pet, but developed cancer and died at home in the presence of those that loved her.
Kit was a beautiful grey and white fluffy cat, who had been mistreated and abused. I remember seeing her next door, and my son-in-law remembers the cat living there also. Next to us the neighbors had two children, a boy and a girl of school age. He remembers seeing the cat being mistreated by these kids.
I saw her outside my front door steps, she would meow, and come to me from the bushes where she tried to find shelter. Her fur on her right side had been shaved down to her skin, and it was greenish. I would put out a dish of food for her, but I didn’t want to bring her into the house because I didn’t know her, she didn’t know me, and with the greenish discharge from her fur I didn’t know what was wrong with her.
About two weeks later my son and I had to go to Toronto to take care of some personal business, and when we returned we discovered the grey cat was gone. My ex-husband, my son’s father had called the Humane Society and they came and picked up the cat.
The next day the Humane Society called us to say there was nothing wrong with the cat. They had shaved her, and gave her a clean bill of health, except they thought she might be pregnant. They asked my son Chris if he wanted the cat. They told us if we didn’t pick her up in two days they would put her to sleep. Chris asked his dad to get the cat since he had called the Humane Society, he told his dad he would be a murderer if they put the cat to death.
So Chris and his dad went to the Humane Society and brought her home. The vet had shaved her fur completely off, and besides having no fur, she looked fine. We named her Kit, and welcomed her into our home. She was lovable with me, but not always with other people, understandably she had a short fuse with children. She would try with my granddaughter, even jumping up on her lap, but after a few seconds she would bite her.
Kit was brought to us in the summer of 2004, but she never had any kittens. We wondered if that was a ploy to get us to bring her home so they wouldn’t have to put her down.
About a year later she developed a nasty odor from tumors that were growing on her side. She had an operation to have them removed. We were told they got all the tumors, and again her fur was shaved. The vet told us that Kit was anywhere between 13 and 18 years old. She was much older than we initially guessed.
She had a remission of a few short months, but holding her one day I discovered more lumps were growing, unfortunately, we did not have the money to have her operated on. I felt so bad for her realizing that this time they would not be removed.
I fed her, comforted her, and gave her a lot of love. I had another cat, Max at the time, but they never got along. There were no fights between them, but they just tolerated each other. We had Kit before I brought him home, so she held a special place in my heart.
That last day I had changed Kit’s bed, she got back into it, turned around, lay down, and passed away. When I realized that she had died, I put her into the carrier to take her to the vet. I needed confirmation that she was gone. Max went to the carrier and stood there looking in at Kit for a long time. I believe he realized that she had died.
The next time I had to put Max in the carrier, he fought me tooth and nail. I believe he remembered that Kit went into the carrier and never came back.
My daughter and I took Kit to the vet, and I cried the whole way over there and back. One thing comforts me though, and that is I had the chance to care for Kit, and that she passed away with the people who loved her, rather than a stranger, the vet.