This past tuesday, the 26th, my cat Precious (who I have had since September of 1996) was put down. About a week earlier my mother had finally taken her to the vet, because she was having a hard time grooming herself and wasn't eating much. The vet found a mass under her tongue, gave my mother antiobiotics to give to Precious, and told my mother to come back in a week to see how things had gone. My mother went back Tuesday, and they found that the cancer had spread throughout her mouth, so they decided to put her down. Luckily (?) my mother had been pretty sure that was going to be the result, because Precious was eating even less and kind of hiding, which is what animals tend to do when they know they're going to die. So Tuesday morning I called home and got to say goodbye to Precious over the phone, and tell her what an amazing cat she had been and how much I was going to miss her.
Precious (I know it's a ridiculous name, but I was 14 and I got her because my previous cat had just been run over by a car and killed the week before, so give me a break) was a great cat. She always knew when something was wrong and would run up to comfort me. She slept with me every single night in my water bed (without ever once puncturing it!) until I went away to university. When I first brought her back from the Humane Society, she would bring me her catch of the day of mice, squirrels, birds, etc. - until she brought one home that was still alive and I made it clear that I didn't really like it!! She had this cute little thing that I taught her to do, where she would dip her paw into a glass of milk, shake very daintily (I didn't teach her that part, obviously), and then lick all the milk off ever so cutely because she was such a prissy little thing. And when it was raining or snowy, she'd walk so that every single time she picked up one of her feet, she'd shake it to get the wet off. And her tabby colouring on top and white underneath and on her legs, combined with her long fur, made it look like she was always wearing bloomers, so she looked extra dainty and prissy when doing stuff like that.
But she was also a tough cat who spent a lot of time outdoors hunting, and who never once fell victim to a natural predator, so she definitely wasn't really that much of a priss! She had that 'cat attitude' that cat lovers know and adore; she was usually willing to let you pet her, and was pretty friendly, but she was
very demanding when she wanted to be petted, and if you took your hand away before she was done with you you'd (very gently) be getting claws in the back of your hand!
When I went away to university I was sad because I knew I couldn't take her with me, and that even if I'd been living somewhere where I could have pets, she'd be totally unhappy living anywhere but the country. So I was worried for a while that she would think that I had abandoned her. But eventually (and it took just the right amount of time), she and my step-dad adopted each other. So every time I would go home to visit she would still be happy to see me and cuddle with me the whole visit, but I got to be happy knowing that she had someone else who could be 'her person'. And she would sleep in my parents' bed with them every night, and if my step-dad for some reason went to bed later than usual, she would come out and meow at him to let him know that it was bedtime. She was a cute, smart, wonderful, loving cat, and there won't ever be another one like her.
Now, I haven't posted this until today, because very sadly the mother of a good friend of mine passed away on Monday, and so I have obviously been preoccupied with that. In fact, I even feel a little guilty writing this whole big blog and being so sad over my cat when losing a mother is obviously so much harder and more horrible. But I loved Precious very much, and she was my 'baby' for over 10 years, so I think she deserves this. I'm just going to post a couple of pictures of her, to show just how cute and sweet she was.

This is Precious lying in a cardboard shoe box - she always loved laying in them for some reason.

Here's Precious chilling out by the window, basking in the sun.

This is a funny picture of her yawning - I love that my mum got her at just the right moment!

Here's one of Precious and Mikey this past Christmas - Mikey is her other 'person', and I'm so glad that they ended up adopting each other!

And here's another picture of Precious at this past Christmas, with our beautiful Christmas tree in the background. She had a great time with us. We had Christmas in the new luxury cabin, which luckily is winterised. That's where Adam and I and Robin and her boyfriend stayed (I will probably be doing a post on it soon), and also where we had the tree, the present-opening, and Christmas dinner. Precious would come down with Mum and Mikey every morning, and go back up with them at night, and get to be smack in the middle of all the action getting lots of affection all day. A pretty good last Christmas for a kitty!!
This last picture I'm going to post is my favourite one of Precious of all time.

Goodbye Precious. I loved you very much. I have Spice (my kitty with me now) and Panda (my bunny), but I will always remember you and love you. Thank you for being such an amazing cat.