Okay everyone, I’m going to cut the cat stuff for this post, because this is serious.

Padme (Jailbirdcat) got sick 2 days ago. She wouldn’t eat her wet food, and she had gotten so frail and fragile. She couldn’t purr when she was petted, and she barely realized when I picked her up. She just weakly put her arm around me and tucked her head under my chin. There was no light in her eyes when she saw me.

I took my fluffy robe that she loves into my room and rolled it into a ball, then put a towel down on it. I took her back to my room and covered her in a blanket. She stayed there all night just resting, then when I finally got into bed to sleep, she weakly meowed and crawled over and tried to lay on me like she normally does. Then in the morning she woke me up meowing, almost howling like she was in pain. So I jumped up and took her out to the living room. She started to not be able to control her bodily functions. She stopped, and I cleaned her up and took her back to bed.

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That day she just laid and shivered. I sat with her and finally she reached out her paw wanting me to hold her hand. So we laid and I held her hand. Everyonce in a while she would start meowing because she felt like she needed to use the bathroom, but she was so dehydrated that it hurt. She got progressively worse. She stood up and crawled onto my chest. I cuddled her and she tried to purr.

We decided that we were going to call the vet and see if they would let us come in even though they were closed. She was suffering too much. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t drink and she was having problems with her bathroom needs. It was time.

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On the left: Read on to find out who this one is. Mallie, short for Marshmellow, AKA The Demon

Dad got home, and he came back about 8:05 ish. Padme started howling in pain, just laying on my lap. Dad put his hand on her stomach to help her, and she started drifting away. Finally at 8:11 PM, June 30th 2015,she passed.

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She was my best friend. She was with me when I was ill, suffering with EDS. Not being able to get out of bed; She was there. She helped me get better. She was my therapy cat, I guess you could say. Everytime I would walk in the room her eyes would light up and she would meow and meow until I paid attention to her. She was my cat and I was her human. When I would come home, she would run as fast as she could (Knocking everything over) to the door to greet me. I would pick her up and we would have a conversation. It would go something like this; “Meow. Hi. Meow. Hello. Meow. How are you baby? Meow. Really?? Meow. No way. Meow. I love you baby. Meow.”

Even though I don’t have friends, I was okay because she was my best friend. In a way no human could ever be. I was never lonely when she was there. I don’t know what to do now that she is gone. But I know that I want to keep this blog running. Jailbirdcat will still be here. Will it be about our new cat that we rescued? Will Padme still run the household?Will it be about The Demon from Padme’s point of view? Or will it be from Mallie’s point of view? You’ll only know if you stay and find out.

I’m sure Padme has unlimited spy gadgets and an invisibility cloak in heaven.

RIP PADME

With Love,

The Girl

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