Requiescat in Pace, My Sweet Lana

My sweet little Lana died yesterday. I adopted her when she was 8, after my neighbors abandoned her and her two cat companions. I adopted all three. Lana was attacked by two neighbor dogs shortly after she was abandoned. They ripped open her chest, broke ribs, and punctured her lung. She fought back. A year later, she threw a blood clot that gave her a permanent limp in her left back leg. She fought back. She then developed chronic kidney failure and lived with that and all it's unpleasant side effects. She fought back. She developed megacolon. She fought back. She was diagnosed with cancer in November. She was given a series of enemas that made her lose weight and left her bedridden. She fought back. In January, she was given another enema that sucked the life out of her. But she fought back.

She went for a colon evacuation two weeks ago, which she had been throuh before with no problems, came home, lay down to rest and recuperate, and stopped walking. She was alert, but couldn't eat, had no energy, couldn't stand, couldn't even drink water or pee on her own. She tried to fight back. You could see it in her eyes. She was determined.

This weekend, the cat who took four years to utter her first meow, started crying. I took her to see her acupuncture vet yesterday morning, and decided it was time for her to rest. She now joins her beloved Georgie the Russian blue cat and my beloved Pupgirl on the Big Patio in the Sky, where there's a big wicker chair with a soft green cushion in the sun, just for her.

kitty bunk beds--now reunited

 

Good thing she liked the dog bed the dogs didn't like

Lana's tuffet

Lana and her adorable crocheted sweater

Lana's favorite place--a lap

More photos to come.