The late evening of May 22, and early morning of May 23, my beloved Jasmine left this plane and went
The late evening of May 22, and early morning of May 23, my beloved Jasmine left this plane and went to the next. She had been ill for almost 3 months with newly diagnosed hydronephrosis, hyperthyroidism, and hypertension. She had been on meds and was doing relatively well on them until this weekend when she went to the vet for outpatient treatment. My baby sister, Amy was with with her when she passed as I stayed on the phone and tried to say my goodbyes while also calming Amy and Jasmine. We feel that my baby passed from a heart attack due to the weekend doctor failing to give her her hypertension meds that they were made aware of multiple times that they needed to dispense. The final medical records show that it was never given to her, despite the repeated reminders that day that she needed it. My heart is broken that my baby is gone and that I wasn’t with her when she left. I don’t have kids. These are as close to them as I can get. My grief is inconsolable. What I wouldn’t give to hear one more meow, another purr, her cuddle up to me at night under the covers, or ask for pets. She would come to ease my pain every time, every single time, I was hurt and crying. She was my baby. I miss her curled up above my head at night or watching her sleep in her favourite spot by the door with all the sunlight. Everything feels a little colder. My other furbabies feel it too. The house is emptier without her. Numb. Empty. Just one more day. One more. What I would give to have her back. She had so much going on that there’s a part of me that also knows she isn’t going through all of what she had to deal with health wise. But still. She didn’t have to go yet. She wasn’t ready yet. My sweet, sweet Jasmine. My beautiful baby. I look forward to the day I can hold you in my arms once again. For now, I hope that you get to roll around in catnip fields and bask in the sunlight, alongside your siblings Isis, Streaky, Sushi, and Milo. Hug your furbabies tight. May they be safe, healthy, and loved oh so much. Rest in Peace my love Jasmine Turner March 25, 2009 - May 23, 2022 #ivydoomkittyscat #loss #grief #mybaby https://www.instagram.com/p/CeXQ8mZpg1v/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI= -- source link
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